Ant Smith

This Life

For our world is different

(after John Perry Barlow's A Declaration of the Independence of Cyberspace)

With no greater authority than that

which liberty itself will speak

the future asks You of the past

to leave us well alone in peace

You weary giants of flesh and steel

you have no moral right to rule

there is no fear, you make us feel

you do not know us, nor our truth

We declare our virtual selves immune

to your sovereignty,

as we consent to continue

your rule over soft bodies.

Declared to be naturally

independent of your tyrannies

Cyberspace consists of thought it's said

a standing wave within the web

For our world is different.

No silence nor conformity

No fear of being coerced

No privilege of power nor of force

No prejudice of race nor birth

The only law we recognize

is called the Golden Rule

To be authentic to the truth

So old dreams be not born anew

Your concepts are but all base matter,

and there is no matter here.

An act of nature, growing through collective actions, we hold dear

From debased to angelic

All may enter, let it be tolled,

the global conversation of bits

all are parts of a seamless whole

No separation of air that chokes

from air upon which wings would float

Across the planet we will spread

So our thoughts you can't arrest

A civilization of the Mind

Deep inside of Cyberspace.

May it be more humane and fair

than the governments of

that other place

This Life