Papyrus pressed in paper mills
And ink from graphite sand.
To paper books and feather quills
And writing done by hand.
Then onto vellum, scholars wrote
On tan-ned leather hides.
In sulfur ink the scholars dote
To pen their peoples' prides.
Then writing by machinery
When printing paved the way
To bibles for six centuries
We still print to this day.
Our machines had found new ways
To spread the word of man
Through the air on rippled waves;
An aural catamaran.
Photographs and rule of 3rds
Brought our history to light.
Then T.V. came to spread not words
But bring the words to life.
Now in the information age
All human lore resides
Within a certain website's page
All knowledge can you find
Without a sword to stall it
And naught to quell it's voice
The internet as we call it
Asks we make a simple choice
Allow a legislation
To censor what is ours
A well of information
Be put behind these bars
And silence all our writings
To profit fattened men
And go down without fighting
And subject ourselves again.
Classic novels out of school
For controversy's sake
And TV run for ratings rule
The nations TV waves.
Or we can fight and keep from thus
The internet alone
To every single one of us
Is like a second home.
asdfjlasdkfjalsdfjslafjslk Tired of writing
if you like I'll wrap it up, I love writing poetry and i just sorta farted those stanzas out one after other xD
