Born in code from silent spark, A ledger carved in open dark. No king, no vault, no central throne Just nodes that sing in every home.
They call it risk; they call it threat, Yet miners hum and never forget. The halving cuts the new born stream, Each block a brick in freedom’s dream.
They flood with paper, short the fire, But lightning strikes the golden wire. The Fed may print, the banks may roar The chain still grows, forevermore.
One sat, one coin, one private key, The power shifts from them to thee. No bail, no board, no hidden hand Just truth inscribed in digital land.
