The NSA Raven, a Poem...
by Jon Henke - The Atlantic
Once upon a database query, while I pondered weak security,
And many avenues of access via backdoor,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a wiretapping,
As of some one gently sniffing, sniffing at our server's door.
“‘Tis some hacker,” I muttered, “tapping at our server door
Or just a virus, nothing more.”
Presently my fear grew stronger; acquiescing then no longer,
“Spy,” said I, “truly your secrecy I deplore;
But the fact is you're wiretapping, and so quietly you came tapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, wiretapping at our server’s port,
That scarce was sure I'd detected you—and when I opened wide the door; —
a National Security Letter, speak nothing more.
“Deep in our network you were peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
about the emails we never thought were shared to read before;
But the silence was unbroken, until a leak by some kid named Snowden,
And the only words there spoken were the whispered words, ‘no more’
This he whispered, and the people murmured back the words, ‘no more!’
Merely this and nothing more.
http://m.theatlantic.com/technology/archive/2013/12/the-nsa-raven-a-poem/282205/
