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