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Why is Haiti still poor?

Yeah I found two videos that pretty much explains why Haiti was and still is in the situation it is in today. People seem to be confused as to why Haiti of all country can never get it’s crap together and is always in the center of tragedies. Oh and P.S. I know the second video is has Clinton’s name in it but I just wanted to point out for the record, I am not an american citizen and am neutral when it comes this election cycle but the video really illustrates my point so just focus of the content.

 

Corruption in my game.

Anyone watch Mexico played last night? I got to say, man that game was one of the worst soccer games I have watched in a while. that penalty kick was clearly wrong. If you can’t see that you are either one someone that knows nothing about football or two a Mexican in denial. Don’t even get me started on that red card. Panama played aggressively, but they didn’t deserve a red card. I have seen worst fouls done in the game by Mexico that wasn’t even called out by the ref. The second penalty kick was fair, but that would not have happen if the game had ended the way like it was going to in the first place. The same can be said for their previous game with Costa Rica. even if you know nothing about football you will see that was complete crap. What makes me more upset is those Mexicans out there trying to justify this nightmare. It was Mexico’s fault! You can’t tell me that Mexico just conveniently ha bad ref back to back and they had nothing to do with it. Mexico and the US are the two biggest donors to CONCACAF so it is no wonders that they again conveniently are the two team that wins. CONCACAF is one of the most corrupt branches of FIFA and I don’t think I even need to explain what that mean in FIFA corrupt standards. What happen last night was not the first and sure as hell won’t be the last time. I am not saying Mexico is the worst team out there, but you know you are sucks when you have been winning the past two games with only convenient penalty kicks that your convenient reference was able to provide for you.

Starry Night

When you are solitary,
As night drops his dark feather
Upon the quietness of the earth,
All sleeping, weaving the fabric of hope
In their dreams.
Except for you,
Who is left, alert and awake,
Under the roof of night,
The solemn night.
And our earth?
Still and silent, as a stretch of grave ocean.
She stares incessantly; stares with a heart,
Imbued with optimism
To cast a friendly look at them, called,
Her friends.
And you loll on her grassy lap,
With as much comfort as possible to seek;
For that sole reason,
To cast a friendly look at them, called,
Your friends.
No sound reaches your ears,
At the fall of quiet night;
But the sound of some rustling river,
From one of her calm corners.
And then you feel their approach,
But can never hear it.
They crept over her,
To touch the roof of night,
And cast their glances at both you and her,
Gleaming in unison.
The night turns into ‘starlit night’,
He makes a hollow inside you,
And an empty feeling of hope is etched,
Deep into your heart,
As the starlight falls over both you and her.
Both the friends staring with fixed eyes
With a decent smile engraved on your face.
And they, gazing back at both of you.
But you never hear them speak.
Their speechless faces,
Are the only bosom ones
To you and her.
Yours, theirs and hers,
Three of the stares adjoin,
And invites a true friendship to the three silent minds.
You are at last, taken into a trance,
Mild and unflagging,
Under the stars.

‘I wish I were there, where the cold earth remains my bed, the sky my protection
and the stars my guard. And my dream at night is the trance , I am driven into by the starlit night.’

Solitary Star

Whatever Remains

The remnants of the night tend to linger in my clothes;

the scent of liquor won’t leave my vest,
nor will that girl’s perfume, who was trying her best
my favorite shirt still smells of cigarette smoke,
or the drunken breath of the older bloke
the unsynchronised beats of the music failed to entice me
no sweat seeped into my skirt, I didn’t set myself free
nor did I get lost in the ogling man’s eyes,
turning him down was his most unpleasant surprise
I didn’t come close to anyone’s lips,
that reeked of mistakes and unfortunate slips
I went home with a friend, who remained by my side
kissed him good night, let everything else slide

And the following morning, when only memories remain
I can wash out the proof of their existence, though to me, it’s all the same
Because at least I can make all these disappear,
while you, I cannot
you are always right here
in my mind, never to be forgot

BY: Sara TK

Internal Exile

I can hear voices and I see other people,

But I just can’t seem to connect with them,
There is a veiled shadow that clings to me,
And it seems to render me all but invisible,

And when I dare to make myself known,
I stumble and stagger to carry conversation,
Constantly making mistakes and blunders,
I see gestures but nothing makes any sense,
Frustration and Anger are so identical to me,
I cannot and dare not try to tell them apart,

The sharp, icy dread of making eye contact
stabs into me with reckless abandonment,
Mind overwhelmed by such social nuances,
Thoughts jumbling themselves into a mess,
People become unnerved by my presence,
Try as I might, I can’t make a connection,

And then a dark, infernal voice bubbles up,
A voice I’ve known so well for so long now,
“Run away now, you just don’t belong here,
There’s no place in society for your Autism,
Go back into the cold shadows of the void,”

I open my mouth in desperate protest but
no words will dare to come to my defense,
Instead, Guilt and Shame pour past my lips,
Acridly burning as they force their way down,
Following by the freezing grip of isolation as
it pulls me, dragging me back into the abyss,

Watery shadows rushing in a great deluge,
Closing in on me and submerging my mind,
With my last gasp, I curse a world gone cold,
Fighting the exhaustion of futile frustration,

The urge to let the shadows drown me away,
I fight to resist the siren call of eternal silence.

By: Hegemony read more @ http://allpoetry.com/Hegemony

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The Wild West (Unfinished)

INCREDIBLE NATURE VIEWS YOU’D ONLY SEE IF YOU WERE A BIRD!

the 27 incredible views you had only see if you were a bird 1 The 27 Incredible Nature Views You’d Only See If You Were A Bird

Barcelona, Spain

the 27 incredible views you had only see if you were a bird 2 The 27 Incredible Nature Views You’d Only See If You Were A Bird

NYC, USA

the 27 incredible views you had only see if you were a bird 3 The 27 Incredible Nature Views You’d Only See If You Were A Bird

Dubai, UAE

the 27 incredible views you had only see if you were a bird 26 The 27 Incredible Nature Views You’d Only See If You Were A Bird

Tulip fields in Spoorbuut, Netherland

the 27 incredible views you had only see if you were a bird 25 The 27 Incredible Nature Views You’d Only See If You Were A Bird

Orange County, USA

I DO NOT own of those pictures See more of these amazing picture @ http://www.nature-pictures.info/