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Showing posts with label peace. Show all posts
Showing posts with label peace. Show all posts
Tuesday, 1 April 2008
Monday, 17 March 2008
Finance for a better future
This is significant.
Global finance is paving the way for global governance.
Who would have thought the offspring of Wall St would hold the greatest prospect for World Peace?
Did the hedge fund manager have this in mind when he made his latest arbitrage swoop?
Electronic trading programs factor humanity in their binary?
Or has God found a way to confound us all?
The most mechanical of motions thundering towards our deepest desire.
The invisible hand!
And the billionaire planted it.
Though his billions may not survive the sprouting.
I wonder what else could be growing
Amongst the mechanisms on this beautiful Earth
Consequences we can little see
That horrify
Yet joyfully surprise
When the full bloom comes
Global finance is paving the way for global governance.
Who would have thought the offspring of Wall St would hold the greatest prospect for World Peace?
Did the hedge fund manager have this in mind when he made his latest arbitrage swoop?
Electronic trading programs factor humanity in their binary?
Or has God found a way to confound us all?
The most mechanical of motions thundering towards our deepest desire.
The invisible hand!
And the billionaire planted it.
Though his billions may not survive the sprouting.
I wonder what else could be growing
Amongst the mechanisms on this beautiful Earth
Consequences we can little see
That horrify
Yet joyfully surprise
When the full bloom comes
Finance for a better future
This is significant.
Global finance is paving the way for global governance.
Who would have thought the offspring of Wall St would hold the greatest prospect for World Peace?
Did the hedge fund manager have this in mind when he made his latest arbitrage swoop?
Electronic trading programs factor humanity in their binary?
Or has God found a way to confound us all?
The most mechanical of motions thundering towards our deepest desire.
The invisible hand!
And the billionaire planted it.
Though his billions may not survive the sprouting.
I wonder what else could be growing
Amongst the mechanisms on this beautiful Earth
Consequences we can little see
That horrify
Yet joyfully surprise
When the full bloom comes
Global finance is paving the way for global governance.
Who would have thought the offspring of Wall St would hold the greatest prospect for World Peace?
Did the hedge fund manager have this in mind when he made his latest arbitrage swoop?
Electronic trading programs factor humanity in their binary?
Or has God found a way to confound us all?
The most mechanical of motions thundering towards our deepest desire.
The invisible hand!
And the billionaire planted it.
Though his billions may not survive the sprouting.
I wonder what else could be growing
Amongst the mechanisms on this beautiful Earth
Consequences we can little see
That horrify
Yet joyfully surprise
When the full bloom comes
Tuesday, 11 March 2008
Ras Babi
Ras Babi.
The Sudanese prophet.
Makes my heart cry with visions of reality
Tender bites of truth.
Replete with our shame
Heavy with World's sorrow
Understands its infusion with the highest, most noble.
To hold both in the hand surely would burn another.
But Ras Babi stands.
And weeps.
The Sudanese prophet.
Makes my heart cry with visions of reality
Tender bites of truth.
Replete with our shame
Heavy with World's sorrow
Understands its infusion with the highest, most noble.
To hold both in the hand surely would burn another.
But Ras Babi stands.
And weeps.
Ras Babi
Ras Babi.
The Sudanese prophet.
Makes my heart cry with visions of reality
Tender bites of truth.
Replete with our shame
Heavy with World's sorrow
Understands its infusion with the highest, most noble.
To hold both in the hand surely would burn another.
But Ras Babi stands.
And weeps.
The Sudanese prophet.
Makes my heart cry with visions of reality
Tender bites of truth.
Replete with our shame
Heavy with World's sorrow
Understands its infusion with the highest, most noble.
To hold both in the hand surely would burn another.
But Ras Babi stands.
And weeps.
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