The Saga Of the Privacy Shield…

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(With apologies to all poets everywhere)

 

Listen to the tale I tell

Of Princes bold and monsters fell

A tale of dangers well conceal’d

And of a bright and magic shield

 

There was a land, across the bay

A fair land called the USA

A land of freedom: true and just

A land that all the world might trust

 

Or so, at least, its people cheered

Though others thought this far from clear

From Europe all the Old Folk scowled

And in the darkness something howled

 

For a monster grew across the bay

A beast they called the NSA,

It lived for one thing: information

And for this it scoured that nation

 

It watched where people went and came

It listened and looked with naught of shame

The beast, howe’er, was very sly

And hid itself from prying eyes

 

It watched while folk from all around

Grew wealthy, strong and seeming’ sound

And Merchant Princes soon emerged

Their wealth it grew surge after surge

 

They gathered data, all they could

And used it well, for their own good

They gave the people things they sought

While keeping more than p’rhaps they ought

 

And then they looked across the bay

Saw Old Folk there, across the way

And knew that they could farm those nations

And take from them their information

 

But those Old Folk were not the same

They did not play the Princes’ game

They cared about their hope and glory

Their laws protected all their stories

 

‘You cannot have our information

Unless we have negotiations

Unless our data’s safe and sound

We’ll not let you plough our ground’

 

The Princes thought, and then procured

A harbour safe and quite secure

Or so they thought, and so they said

And those Old Folk gave them their trade

 

And so that trade just grew and grew

The Old Folks loved these ideas new

They trusted in that harbour’s role

They thought it would achieve its goal

 

But while the Princes’ realms just grew

The beast was learning all they knew

Its tentacles reached every nook

Its talons gripped each face, each book

 

It sucked up each and ev’ry drop:

None knew enough to make it stop

Indeed, they knew not what it did

‘Til one brave man, he raised his head

 

And told us all, around the world

‘There is a beast, you must be told’

He told us of this ‘NSA’

And how it watched us day by day

 

He told us of each blood-drenched claw

He named each tentacle – and more

And with each word, he made us fear

That this beast’s evil held us near

 

In Europe one man stood up tall

“Your harbour is not safe at all!

You can’t protect us from that beast

That’s not enough, not in the least!”

 

He went unto Bourg of Luxem

The judges listened care’fly to him

‘A beast ‘cross the bay sees ev’rywhere

Don’t send our secrets over there!

 

The judges liked not what they saw

‘That’s no safe habour,’ they all swore

“No more stories over there!

Sort it out! We do all care!”

 

The Princes knew not what to do

They could not see a good way through

The beast still lurked in shadows dark

The Princes’ choices seemed quite stark

 

Their friends and fellows ‘cross the bay

Tried to help them find a way

They whispered, plotted, thought and plann’d

And then the Princes raised their hands

 

“Don’t worry now, the beast is beaten

It’s promised us you won’t be eaten

It’s changed its ways; it’s kindly now

And on this change you have our vow

 

Behold, here is our mighty shield

And in its face, the mighty yield

It’s magic, and its trusty steel

Is strong enough for all to feel

 

Be brave, be bold, you know you should

You know we only want what’s good”

But those old folk, they still were wary

That beast, they knew, was mighty scary

 

“That beast of yours, is it well chained?

Its appetites, are they contained?

Does it still sniff at every door?

Its tentacles, on every floor?

 

The Princes stood up tall and proud

“We need no chains”, they cried aloud

“Our beast obeys us, and our laws

You need not fear it’s blunted claws.”

 

“Besides,” they said, “you are contrary

You have your own beasts, just as scary”

The Old Folk looked a mite ashamed

‘Twas true their own beasts were not tamed

 

“‘Tis true our beasts remain a blight

But two wrongs never make a right

It’s your beast now that we all fear

Tell us now, and make it clear!”

 

“Look here” the Princes cried aloud

“Of this fair shield we all are proud,

Its face is strong, its colours bright

There’s no more need for any fright.”

Shield

The Old Folk took that shield in hand

‘Twas shiny, coloured, bright and grand

But as they held it came a worry

Why were things in such a hurry?

 

Was this shield just made of paper?

Were their words just naught but vapour?

Would that beast still suck them dry?

And their privacy fade and die?

 

Did they trust the shield was magic?

The consequences could be tragic

The monster lurked and sucked its claws

It knew its might meant more than laws

 

Whatever happened, it would win

Despite the tales the Princes spin

It knew that well, and so did they

In that fair land across the bay.

 

 

 

 

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