I write these words, I write them now, and yet I do not know just how they may interpret, may be read, but either way – at least they’re said. There are some things, some things that, yes, I’ll need to say but then digress. So if I seem to be verbose please do forgive the words I chose. I chose them careful, chose with thought, for each and every word I wrought I wrote with clear intention, see; intention that needed to be.
Rhythm is the world to me. It’s how I’ve come to think, and see. But rhyme is there, not unaware, serves purpose still; just differently. Though I intend naught but reason, some might think these thoughts as treason – if you are among this mind, I did not mean to sound unkind. For all you are about to read, all you might nod, “yes, indeed”, originates not from a verse, not from a blessing, nor a curse. It simply is the thought of one; one who’s seen things done, undone. Jaded, yes, perhaps, but still, those who’ve not felt it…likely will.
Our world has fine’ly become one, as most can speak, be heard, then some. We’ve found a way to coalesce, if only we open our breast. Embrace when we might norm’ly balk, and not just talk, but walk the walk. Change things now, when we agree, and cast aside what we don’t need. If there’s one thing to change, that can, it is the “law” – the law of man. Words they are, yes words they’re just, abused are they; often unjust.
The question rises, yes, of course, of how to replace such a force. The answer is so simple, see. It lives within each you, and me. Use the platform we’ve created not for good times, recreated; use instead this tool, this power, for the change that’s nigh this hour. Use this mechanism here to find our courage; shed our fear.
Yesterday, not you, nor I, could speak or shout unless we tried to write things down and send them quaint, the written word sans all complaint. The only way we could commune was the direct word, through and through. But now we have a world stage, see. The world’s first web that sets things free. And voices, yes, such voices speak. We hear the masses, meek, and weak. Hear the people say: “Its true, re-craft our world, let’s see it through.”
Let the people be anointed. Break the finger when it’s pointed. Let the people make their way without concern for what they say. Business is one man to man, a woman, or someone who can; it does not have one thing to do with government, nor me or you. It all, perhaps, is best expressed, by this one word that ‘reps progress. Its power lives in you, and me.
This word, my friend – is sovereignty.
How the World Should Work 