Confiscation (Problems/Solutions 043) Bitcoin Poem 131
by bitcoinpoems
Centralized coffers, a tempting sight,
Gold, fiat, digits, held with great might.
A stroke of a pen, a server’s command,
And fortunes are seized, across the land.
The state’s hungry hand, or a thief’s intent,
And our wealth is now gone, to our lament.
Therefore
We need a refuge, a secure & digital keep,
Where our private keys allow us to sleep.
A bearer asset, secured by code & math,
An immutable ledger, and a secure path.
No single point fails, no central control,
Bitcoin is a fortress, to keep you whole.