Farley on Nostr: **The Central’s Lament** In marble halls with suits so tight, They ponder deep into ...

**The Central’s Lament**

In marble halls with suits so tight,
They ponder deep into the night.
Their systems creak, their power fades,
As decentralized whispers raid.

Once mighty kings of paper notes,
Now watching as the future floats.
No ink to spill, no laws to bend,
For in this world, they’ve met their end.

They scramble fast, they clutch their pens,
But code just laughs and multiplies tens.
Each block that forms, another crack,
In the empire’s fading, fragile back.

They try to stop the rising tide,
But find there’s nowhere left to hide.
For every wall they build with care,
A thousand nodes spring up and share.

The people trade without their glance,
In markets they can’t grasp or chance.
A system born of trust and skill,
Where central hands have lost their will.

So here they sit, their plans undone,
Outpaced by bits that simply run.
While they fret over their lost might,
The world just moves at the speed of light.

And all they can do is sit and stew,
As the future dawns, bright and new.
For in this game, they’ve lost their say,
As decentralized dreams steal the day.