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We could

There are 8.2 billion people in the world 
If we all invested ten dollars each every week 
We could create employment 
For every unemployed person in the world 
parents with fair wages 
can feed their families 
overcoming both poverty 
and starvation 
Every country would benefit from
increased tax revenue 
Well, the extra wages 
decreased cost of benefits 
making every government's 
budget profits better 
meaning they could improve education, 
health, and pensions 
If we add to that using 
the brains of the country 
to put forward investment ideas 
Then we could direct that investment 
to create sustainable greenhouse products 
That improves our world, 
We could decide to have fewer children 
So we don't overpopulate 
the world and create a world 
That can sustain our existence 
allowing other animals 
to also have room to live, 
Working together, 
We can use our imagination 
To create everything we want 
We are only limited 
by what we can imagine

news tips

in materials science and nanoscience we do not produce strange chemicals or chemistry.
the divestment from chemical engineers and turning in of the repetitive research violations beneath our electrical engineering controls is not cartel, only a correction of the development grants legally allotted to firms to coordinate a conclusion to production lines and manufacturing processes.there is no further material extraction allowed from the universal laws of physics than can be validated in the cost analysis.  human beings can not be manufactured, therefor budgets are cut, payrolls are dumped and as people are dying in the streets, the tax revenue must shift to housing laws and overbloated county worker payrolls endure layoffs as a buy-product of a failure to progress with the times.  

over ruled.

Premium Member We Were Country Folks

From Grades one to eight,
I attended a private Catholic school,
my fertile father fathered thirteen children,
and begrudgingly, the school board coveted our souls
for the tax revenue alone.
So, they sent a bus to pick us up,
for we were country folks
and it was nine miles to town.
I remember when I was ten
and my teacher sent me to the principal's office,
to explain my egregious behavior.
My teacher claimed I was obtuse
and mischievous,
referencing the matter of my gross graffiti.
It seems she saw the smutty drawings
I drew of her on the men's rooms stalls
and swore I was due for a rude awakening.
The principal, a nun, wasn't having any of it
screaming I must be evil,
or perhaps on drugs.
That was her opinion of every student
attending her strict school,
she had little regard for our souls.
If it were up to her
she'd have a priest consecrate the school,
so that mine and all other demon souls,
would be banished from her holy place forever.
And though I survived the indignity of her strap
that day; and the many more that followed,
the scars of those memories
cost me my faith.


(Free Verse)


08,20,2019


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