An audience impatiently waits for the curtain
some soothing, some calming, some sweet reverie
instead to their horror the subject of terrors
another dry lecture on Cybersecurity.
The pain, oh the pounding, the aching of brain,
when nothing of interest or fancy or whim
just another dry lecture on the evils and folly
of clicking on links both evil and grim.
Oh look at the countenance on faces left wanting
for a glimmer of hope or reprieve from their sin,
but naught they receive for their pain and their trouble
but scolding from strangers and awful chagrin.
They’re told that the problem
lies square on their shoulders,
The only true factor this sad human race
who cannot be trusted with tablet or laptop
together they’re falling right down on their face.
Is it any wonder that of all of the topics
presented to them by harbingers of doom
They listen and look on in quiet desperation
they’d pay any price for release from this room.
And yet there is hope for reprieve from this madness
Of returning to a sweet and gentler time
whey Cybersecurity was less about omens
and humans be pardoned, released from their crimes.
The answer quite simple is found in the moment
When we can abandon the awful lament,
The machines are the issue
They’re stealing our freedom
unplug them forever in blessed silence.
Alonso Quihana
rubesdontech.com 