Independent Web Dreams
I foresee an independent web
... where deaf ears can see all that is said;
... where blind eyes can hear all that is read;
... where mute tongues can write all that is heard;
... where powerless hands can cherish the power of the word.
I foresee an independent web
... where humanity's heart and soul spill onto pages;
... where expression persuades everyone of all ages;
... where diverse cultures are lovingly embraced;
... where uniformity is shunned and disgraced.
I foresee an independent web
... where receiving distasteful spam is no more;
... where obnoxious pop ups go out the door;
... where dizzying BLINK is a banned tag;
... where loading a web page doesn't drag.
I foresee an independent web
... where every browser behaves and complies;
... where pushing boundaries still applies;
... where robust design uniqueness sings;
... where the stirring cash register rings.
I foresee an independent web
... where progress we're waiting to see appears;
... where technology we touch and know disappears;
... where a whole world can make a connection;
... where the mighty past experiences a resurrection.
I foresee an independent web
... where dreams come true and ideas fly;
... where stories make you laugh and cry;
... where peace reigns and happiness thrives;
for the web becomes a holistic part of our lives.
[All right, stop throwing tomatoes at me!]
