Poem -

You can't bite bitcoin

You can't bite bitcoin

Invest in oil and hashish
this remains the current plan
or A.I. and beer and cigarettes
for they are sure to climb
 
But what you focus on grows
so are you sure this what you want?
Cause I seen this happen before
in a place I visited once
 
You might have seen it in the news,
a middle eastern nation
Has had a bashing of late
This region is The Yemen
 
In 2007 I wandered through
and heard an awful story
from a very skinny boy
chewing by the road
 
We looked down on a valley
as far as the eyes could see
and in it was only qat, qat, qat
the sole commodity
 
"We once had apples, peach and plum,
oranges and apricots and such,"
The boy relayed,
"but qat is where its at,

so we replaced them all with that!"
 

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Nigel Cresswell...

Love this because the truth of it covers so many aspects. Before the black economy of the current drug trade there was the IMF enforced "cash crop" idea that countries can have developement money if they agree to only grow one crop. Usually coffee or sugar. Now emergent nations are manipulated as growing grounds for drugs. When it comes right down to it the same people are profiting in the end. They can never be touched. 
Great write,
Nigel

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al Bikaadi

Thanks Nigel

Sorry, I often take a long time to reply... just get lost a lot LOL
 

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