Power

A great divide we now approach,
Though quietly – so no reproach
Is felt by people in their play –
Just ‘done to us’ so quietly.

Computing power of nano-type
Is too much power (in some folks sight)
To let a person or a group
Have access to – so other route –

Is sought to curb such excess force
In hands of plebs – so no remorse
Will flow when all is said and done,
Just like the registry of guns.

One guy said software's pulling back
‘Behind the counter’– you'll soon ask
For use of it on case-by-case,
And when you done they'll just erase.

So like my grandpa's “Model-A”
Which he could fix within a day –
(‘That's got so we don't lift the hood,
For nothing there is understood) –

Computers like the ‘64’
Which I out-grew one time before
(The mem’ry not robust enough
To take my Pascal's data stuff) –

Was power to us of hands-on type,
And in it's day had lots of hype;
A kind of joy that satisfied –
Will go from places we reside.

For me a hobby-type affair –
To learn computing's language there
At lower-level, hard and soft –
All that by most folk's now all tossed.

So power is great – capacity
Is up for all, at work and play;
But always, as complexity
Goes up – that power's denied to me –

Except if we go down not up –
Say ‘no’ to added power – ‘enough –
Let me stop here and comprehend
The power I've got, which will not rend –

The peace of mankind with some blast
Of great disorder, complex, vast,
Like kids or foes with Trojan glitch
Who land the others in the ditch

I guess it's like that all through life –
Great power adds more ways for strife
And maybe that's why God's split up
The power He kept to mix with us.

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