Short Developers Poems
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We are drivers
We are fighters
We are weavers
We are receivers
We are lovers
We are doers
We are givers
We are finishers
We are directors
We are educators
We are daydreamers
We are welcomers
We are initiators
We are financiers
We are developers
We are achievers
We are loved
We are equipped
We wow
How we shall do everything
When singing a splendid solo
in a public place
becomes a political act,
When dancing a diva duet
in your Mama's political space
becomes a barely tolerable act
for economic and politically powerful co-developers,
Then opportunities for communion
have devolved into too uncivil communities
for cooperative eco-social resilience.
Main Street had a classic pool hall,
Hustlers, chisellers, and those who like to fool all,
Second-hand stores along the way,
And the old Helen's Grill greasy spoon café.
Now, Main Street's no longer the same;
Developers and yuppies have changed the game.
They say it’s all for common good,
But the oldsters miss their good old neighbourhood.
Machiavellian schemes besmirch a murky mangrove calm
A propeller breaks the tranquil glass over an underwater farm
Neath the broken still, a peaceful giant stirs with alarm
and no consolation is found as noise churns it's quiet charm
The serene spots need to be augmented for they are our balm
Ecosystems need protection from greedy developers’ harm
Empyrean Earth for all, is in our active palms, giving alms…
(5/12/21: Custom ketch; KKMI Richmond)
Hackers or developers?
I say both.
For hacking had never been bad
Until public ignorance said so.
It is all the same though,
the endless game of wack-a-mole
between bad code and bad code.
Convenience over security,
speed over quality
Oh no! Windows is updating!
Says the innocent user
guilty only of ignorance.
Leave it on, the clumsy giant says
Oh no, please don't.
The code stays closed,
The price not so low.
The money flows,
And the fruit hangs low.