Little did we know that bugs
Would come to rule the internets;
But now the tubes are clogged, and rubes
Buy bandwidth from the vipers' nests.
Do those who sang, and those who sighed,
Do those who merely cursed the times,
Share the same path? They all slide
Down steeps slopes of time. The Norns
Weave, and unweave the webs of fate.
Those who curse are different than
The one who sing, who celebrate
The chorus of mankind. Amen.
Will Barber
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trojan-horses/
