We build the road
At the expense of the forest.
We make the data lines
At the expense of planting Art.
I wish for Programmers
To take their rightful mount
As Artists among Artists
Whose craft produces magic
Of the stone and of lightning
Capable of stirring the Spirit
As can the oils of Masters past
Spilled on canvas through passions of Soul.
So too we in ivory towers
So close to the cold dark stars
Gaze into the Universe
And mettle our crafts with it.
Prepare a place for Divinity
And Divinity will come
No matter the medium,
So Programmer,
Weaver of Words,
Maker of Machines,
Remember your place
Among the greatest of Artists
Where you, too, may aspire until death.
#poetry #asemic #spirit
