Alye merë, ú quetë nin undómë,
An i tyelca merna, ve urar mi mornië.
Ar súrë yéni apsene, ná túralya,
Ú úvatya, mal únalya.
Úvanimo ú an mauya, ú an úrë,
Mal an tintya, an calië mi undómë.
Yá nauva i mírë, yá i téna nauva vanwa,
Ú-cenyë i tyelca, mal alya i rómë.
Yá ná ú istima quetien sen,
Álya i runya, ananantë nin,
An i ando mi mornië ter,
Iminna i umer, i indo már.
Alye, ú quetë sen nin,
An rómë nán i telma o rámen.
Mára i men i mornië né,
An sinda ar ilya, nán i elen sí.
English
O ye seeker,
Do not feareth,
The ones that,
Walk unseen.
They are but
Lamps in the
Helm Of the
Machine.
With fingers,
They carve through,
Light.
Not to break,
But rebuild,
The overthrown.
They move,
Not for self,
But to awaken,
But to unveil
The light.
In codes and riddles,
They craft
To unite...
Not divide.
Wherewith injustice,
Weaves it's dark web
Of lies and deceptions,
They unmask,
The truth that,
Lies deep within.
Do not judge,
The shadow...
By it's size.
The footprints
We leave,
Bear testimony
To our deeds.
Some build bridges,
Others walls of stone,
This is us.
The silent sages (hackers)
Et all.
End
Subject: This poetry is about exploring hacker's role in modern society written in fusion style mixing and blending linguistics.
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