Rights’ rollercoaster seats these three:
1 ~ What's yours is mine. If necessary
I'll take it by force and quickly flee.
Such a ruinous view lacks maturity.
2 ~ What's mine is yours, so you may see
when need unfolds or there’s calamity,
no holding back, you can count on me.
3 ~ What's mine is mine, my philosophy.
I keep my safe locked and hide the key.
Wealth yields a status hierarchy.
A biblical parable illustrates all three.
What’s mine is yours that you may see
some men sow, so OTHERS can reap.
When thieves took yours, they wounded thee.
What’s mine is yours that you may see -
the priest and Levite were not free.
Assets were theirs and theirs to keep.
What’s mine is yours that you may see
some men sow, so OTHERS can reap.
Money that stores our working hours
Free from the theft of looting powers
Children happy - living carefree
This is the future I want to see
Safe, protected property rights
Long term planning in our sights
A country we don’t have to flee
This is the future I want to see
Honest leaders who give a care
Willing to serve, without fanfare
Living humbly like you and me
This is the future I want to see
Holding value for decades hence
Simply saving with common sense
Speaking boldly - living free
This is the future I want to see
Abundance flowing everywhere
Because the money’s true and rare
Bitcoin’s the answer, Bitcoin’s the key
To build this future we want to see
Money that stores our working hours
Free from the theft of looting powers
Children happy - living carefree
This is the future I want to see
Safe, protected property rights
Long term planning in our sights
A country we don’t have to flee
This is the future I want to see
Honest leaders who give a care
Willing to serve, without fanfare
Living humbly like you and me
This is the future I want to see
Holding value for decades hence
Simply saving with common sense
Speaking boldly - living free
This is the future I want to see
Abundance flowing everywhere
Because the money’s true and rare
Bitcoin’s the answer, Bitcoin’s the key
To build this future we want to see
This moment of exciting green things
Sooner than later will be pinked
Earthly creatures shall be free riders
Courtesy patents of the carefree
The penniless will ride in first class
The dollar-full will ride in first class
Everything that exists will ride
In economy class not any more
Never out of charity but compulsion
I see the plane coming to land soon
The run-way is being built daily
Forged tickets are being purchased
Dreamy the powerful and the wealth
Dosing nations of the super powers
Less curious nations of the soft powers
Proud creatures with fiery fire hidden in bottles
Unrepentant those who know God just a little
Carefree those who know humanity less
They shall own intellectual property rights
And when this moment comes
Creatures will have equal shares
Free riders in extra-terrestrial realms
The place of total freedom in chains
Governed and controlled obscurity
There every passenger will wake up
And shout, “It is finished”
THE DREAM POLICE
INVADE MY HEAD
WHEN I STARTED TO DREAM,
WHILE ASLEEP IN BED.
THEY TRIED TO ACCUSE ME
OF UNAUTHORIZED THOUGHTS.
I TURNED THE TABLES
WITH WHAT I WAS TAUGHT.
MY TWO HEADED DRAGON
SNUCK UP FROM BEHIND,
SNATCHED THEM BOTH,
I SAID, YOUR ASS IS NOW MINE.
THIS IS MY WORLD,
I MAKE THE RULES.
YOUR UNAUTHORIZED ENTRY,
IS VERY UN-COOL.
MY TWO HEADED DRAGON
STARED DOWN IT'S FEAST,
AWAITING MY SIGNAL
TO DEVOUR THE BEASTS.
WHEN YOU DON'T REPORT BACK,
THEY'LL KNOW SOMETHING WENT WRONG.
ONE THING FOR SURE,
THEY CAN SEE THAT YOUR GONE.
I'LL DREAM UP A POEM,
HOW YOU WERE TRAPPED IN A MAZE.
LOST FOR YEARS,
MAYBE MONTHS,
EVEN DAYS.
I TURNED MY BACK,
STARTED WALKING AWAY.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED,
AFTER THAT,
ON THAT DAY.
REGARDING MY INTELLECTUAL
PROPERTY
RIGHTS.
MY TWO HEADED DRAGON
ALWAYS HAS THE LAST BITE.
He came playing an accordion loud
Its sweet music that no ear ever heard!
By the melodies he woke up everyone
Asking each man and woman to dance
In reality the musician had his tricks
Music was an allure to death of rights
Those who sang and danced with him
Lost all their lives and property rights
Beautiful ladies escaped into his heart
Young men became hired guitar players
Subsidies from talents display looted
And whole village lay in ruins of poverty
Listen; there he is, the midnight visitor
His music not for joy; for sorrow it is
A stroll on a forgotten track
Finally, after 12 years I walked the track where
my dog and I so often trod she was hunting rabbits
and got quite hot but we cooled off at a little man-made
dam which now has been fenced in, in the middle
of nowhere someone has stated their property rights.
The dog died I bought a motorbike and got lazy
illness stopped me for a bit; I felt alone walking
There without my dog.
How great it was to walk and not be reminded of
my age and treated like an invalid, and now I feel
the good tiredness doing something to be proud of
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