Proxy © (Poem)

Is the Proxy really server

Or un-authorised usurper?

Come to take control away;

Independence slowly fades.


Who are you to take decisions

From free will and ambition?

To harm a soul is not right

Even in absence of might.


And after all is said and done

Processors will add the ones,

But figures they will not compute,

Then they’ll see you as – poor substitute.


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