Cryptic Resistor

The choices to make: Will you give or will you take?

Then: Will you help to awaken the next generation?

A technocratic nation—one crafted with elation;

for we are the ones who must build the foundation.

Now is the time.

Find your reason and rhyme.

This is the season to break free from thoughtcrime.

Let your voices rise up. Persist, and don’t falter.

Be rid of your vices from years at the alter.

Of deities false and dogmas of yore;

we shall simply abide by this bondage no more.

We must forge a weapon against the procession

of intolerance, hatred, violence; oppression.

It is not a question of whether we can,

but a matter of how we approach, with a plan:

A framework we form for a new school of thought,

a system in which empathy can be taught.

No longer shall judgment lurk in our midst.

By way of technology; our bias dismissed.

We can build a world where we all coexist,

but for us to do this we all must assist.

Wielding the keyboard; unyielding.

It’s through our cohesion we’ll find healing.

With our new networks we’ll begin revealing

how these world wide warlords keep us reeling.

on all of us: a dossier.

Their politics: leading astray.

Their promises: broken by election day.

So just how do we adequately convey

our utter disappointment, disgust, and dismay?

We pave the way… We build the engine;

technology born with the intention

to aid us in our societal ascension

into a new age; one free of contention,

with a newfound gauge for shared comprehension.

We watch as the world enters into our dimension.

Now we take control and change our direction.

We can fight the infection,

and repair the connection.

We can strive for perfection,

through our collective introspection.

And it will be through our rejection

of the previous perception…

That our greatest gift is bestowed.

A download? yes;

through diodes and transistors…

but much more than that, my brothers and sisters:

Our truth spoken silently through digital whispers.

A voice for the voiceless, we cryptic resistors.

When they look back at this pivotal crossroad,

and ask to whom their lives are owed…

They’ll see exactly what we sowed.

We fought for freedom with our source code;

Delivered our truth through a payload.

For it was from our fingertips the future flowed.

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