Who knows how long we were to be
Looking to the stars
Before our finger pointing, grunts and gestures
Became vocal patterns, recognized by many
And what of vocalized social highways
Came to be created was what we call words
By some stroke of wit, comedic or genius
These were in turn converted to a standardized writ
Thus was born an alphabet to make writing possible
And what out of what was possible to write was worthy
For some master of the craft to make sense out of what was said
Better still, something worthy of repeating
An art form, Calligraphy, came to be
Ask yourself how, if not why
Countless soldiers, sailors, butchers, bakers secrets +saved
Passed beyond the grave
Others, kept up with the news and views of others
Who have come and gone
Those who kept notes, recorded ancient agreements, deeds, legal documents
Texts in obscure languages, historical references and even tallied votes
Throughout history learned men and scholars elevated themselves
These masters of the craft possessed some degree of mastery
Beyond quality transcription
Translators of the love between the spoken tongue and the word
Literary interception of love stories and spoken legacies
From the onset of inception, keepers of the progression
Tenders of the interconnection
Scientists of the gist and gift of gab
Perhaps, even in a sense, co-creators of the love
That’s been handed down to us
Solid evidence of evolution, to become literate
As we emerged with revolutionary minds
They came to elevate us all, a step up in society
For whatever reason, this ability… we share
Honored citizens, we have arrived…
Arise
...scribes
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