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15 global challenges that cannot be addressed by any government acting alone

  The 15 Global Challenges  from t he Millennium Project, a global participatory think tank. 1. How can sustainable development be achieved for all while addressing global climate change? 2. How can everyone have sufficient clean water without conflict? 3. How can population growth and resources be brought into balance? 4. How can genuine democracy emerge from authoritarian regimes? 5. How can decisionmaking be enhanced by integrating improved global foresight during unprecedented accelerating change? 6. How can the global convergence of information and communications technologies work for everyone? 7. How can ethical market economies be encouraged to help reduce the gap between rich and poor? 8. How can the threat of new and reemerging diseases and immune micro-organisms be reduced? 9. How can education make humanity more intelligent, knowledgeable, and wise enough to address its global challenges? 10. How can shared values and new security strategies reduce ethnic conflicts,...

Farm labourers

This land is now owned by a farmer called Lovely Earth, Wrong compost has been put on the land by the previous farmer , Now he has to clear up the white rubbish, cost millions worth. The environmental inspector will be here, so come on labourers! Four men and a girl in a rolls, with safety boots and gloves, and black bag. Two British, one Polish, one Chinese, and the black man from Congo. They bend down and pick up plastic bags, toothbrushes, and bottle caps. Walking down to the hedge and back like plantation slavery Negro. It's a nice day with bright sunshine and gentle breeze blowing on the face, The tranquil dale far from bustling city, a pleasant green land with tall trees,  Bird twittering, cows mooing, and lambs grazing on the far hill with grace, The labourers take the break eating their sandwiches and drinking teas. "Oh, my leg's killing me!" the Polish girls complains, Picking rubbish on a farm is boring an...

The Gamester

Ah! what is he, whose haggard eye, Scarce dares to meet the morning ray Who trembling, would, but cannot fly From man, and from the busy day. Mark how his lip is fever'd o'er, Behold his cheek, how deathly is eappears! See how his blood-shot eye-balls pour A burning torrent of unpitied tears! Now watch the varying gesture, wild, See how his tortur'd bosom heaves! Behold, misfortune's wayward child, For whom no kindred nature grieves. Dispis'd, suspected, ruined, lost! His fortun, health, and reputation flown; On mis'ry's stormy ocean tost, condemn'd to curse his fate, and curse alone! Once, were his prospects bright and gay, and independance blest his hours; His was the smooth and sunny way, Where tip-toe pleasure scatter'd flow'rs. Love bound his brow with thornless sweets, And smiling friendship fill'd his cup of joy; Now, not a firend the victim meets, for, like a wolf, he wanders to destroy...

Happy Mother's Day

Mother's Day card A parents/carers assembly has been held in the Junior hall in Brenda's School today to celebrate Mother's Day,  it is a chance for the children to thank mum for the love and support they give them.  Their teacher let them make a greeting cards,  paint their mums to show off in the assembly, and made them chanting a poem and presenting flowers to their mum, too. From those we love around us, Because we are still small. We need a lot of love and help, to help us grow up tall. Hugs and kisses we give back, and flowers and presents too. Lovely smiles to light you day, are specially made for you! When the children finished reciting, several mums started to wipe their wet eye. Brenda's Mummy

Derby West Indian Community Association

I went to baby clinic today, and brought back a bunch of leaflets and booklets. One of these booklets is a collection of poems. These poems were written by some of Derby's children from the Derby West Indian Community Association's Saturday and summer schools. Both schools are partly funded by the BBC Children in Need and Derby City Council. Those poems are written to celebrate the 200th anniversary of the abolition of the slave trade. Although slavery has been abolished for 200 years, but racism still exists in this world, mental slavery may be exist as long as human being exists. How to fight with racism, and liberate ourselves from mental slavery, here is the poem Nobody said life was easy, written by Amoy Johnson: When we are at school Sometimes it can be cool. Racism comes in, Peer pressure comes in, Sometimes we are bullied. Look at our ancestors Less we forget They went through an awful lot But yet they made it. So let us loose our minds from mental slavery Life isn...

Autumn night

Derby City afternoon rain dampens the light dust. Walking alone on the green park, I am pondering on my life and humming a song, Too softly for anyone to hear, Except for the chirping birds. The autumn hills hoard scarlet from the setting sun. Flying birds chase their mates, Now and then patches of blue sky break clear -- Tonight the evening mists find nowhere to gather. Day after day we can't help growing older. Year after year the autumn leaves can't help seeming yellower. How long can one man's lifetime last? In the end we return to formlessness. How lonely are the travellers. Even the sun shines cold and white. [Make up from Wangwei's Poems]