The Poplar field

In the class of Literature we have been reading and analysing the Poem the Poplar Field by William Cowper, and the teacher send us to create a presentation on certain aspects of it, I did it with Marco

Water Rich vs Poor

In the last class of Em with our teacher,  we've seen two videos, in the first one we could see a common day in he life of two different teens, the only difference between them was the social class. To begin with, they do not have the same rights, one gets water from a dispenser meanwhile the other from a polluted river. The video continue showing us this different lives, which I repeat the only difference is the social class. When the video is finishing, this teen who have free access to clean and fresh water exchange his bottle with the one polluted, so the girl could drink safely. The second video shows the life of a little kids who don not have mle than ten years. She has a very sacrificed life, whenever she wakes up she has to walk 6 miles to get a bucket of water and 6 miles to get back home, likewise she also get polluted or not fresh and clean water. Here we can see another example of social disadvantages.
To reflect, in my opinion the government should work very hard in order to satisfact every right of everyone. Or at least give the chance for everyone to have such important resource as water is.

On partage une belle chanson Francaise

La Marseillaise!

Allons enfants de la patrie

Le jour de gloire est arrivé

Contre nous de la tyrannie

L'étendard sanglant est levé

L'étendard sanglant est levé

Entendez-vous dans les campagnes

Mugir ces féroces soldats

Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras

Égorger vos fils, vos compagnes

Aux armes, citoyens! Formez vos bataillons!

Marchons, marchons

Qu'un sang impur abreuve nos sillons!

Français, en guerriers magnanimes

Portez ou retenez vos coups!

Épargnez ces tristes victimes

À regret s'armant contre nous

À regret s'armant contre nous

Mais ces despotes sanguinaires

Mais ces complices de bouillé

Tous ces tigres qui, sans pitié

Déchirent le sein de leur mère!

Aux armes, citoyens! Formez vos bataillons!

Marchons, marchons

Qu'un sang impur abreuve nos sillons!

Amour sacré de la patrie

Conduis, soutiens nos bras vengeurs!

Liberté, liberté chérie!

Combats avec tes défenseurs

Combats avec tes défenseurs

Sous nos drapeaux, que la victoire

Accoure à tes mâles accents

Que tes ennemis expirant

Voient ton triomphe et notre gloire!

Aux armes, citoyens! Formez vos bataillons!

Marchons, marchons

Qu'un sang impur abreuve nos sillons!




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