“ But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.”
- Robert Frost
...too long since I've set my hand to poetry!
Modern Egypt... everywhere!
No wilderness, no new frontier...
Where shall we go to breathe?
We haven't wealth
To flee to Mars.
Are seasteads our sole hope?
Nay, let us exit where we live.
Ignore the local gang.
Freedom is our native state.
Hand's off!
We claim our right.
We are the new assembly.
We are the local group.
You—gang of thugs—
Whoe're you be;
Fed, state, or county,
We, the FREE,
Deny your jurisdiction.
Let us be!
Leave us alone!
You've no legit authority—
You simply choose to hurt us.
Damn your tyranny!
To hell with you, as
That's where you belong.
Jesus/God, The Just,
Will see to it.
Hear him, you must;
Who, in the heavens, laughs.
The ball is in your court;
Comply, or you'll fall short.
Submit! Your last resort...
Remember Pharaoh.
