Ode to Bitcoin

In a world of fiat, a rebel was born,  
A spark in the dark, a digital dawn.  
No mint, no master, no central decree,  
Just lines of code that promised: "Be free."  

A ledger eternal, where all can inspect,  
Each block a new truth, each hash to protect.  
Miners, the guardians, with rigs that hum,  
Securing the future, one sat at a time.  

The skeptics scoffed, "It's a bubble, a scheme!"  
Yet it grew from whispers to a global dream.  
A currency unchained, beyond borders and kings,  
Empowering the people, disrupting old things.  

Volatile waves, it surfs without fear,  
Booms and busts, both distant and near.  
To some, it’s a gamble; to others, a creed,  
A hedge against chaos, a tool to succeed.  

Hodlers hold tight, through storm and despair,  
Believing in freedom and a system more fair.  
“No bank can deny me, no state can enslave;  
My wealth is my own, no permission to crave.”  

Yet whispers of greed and manipulation grow,  
With whales in the depths and sharks down below.  
Forks and debates split communities wide,  
Still, the vision of Satoshi stands as the guide.  

Oh, Bitcoin, enigma, both simple and vast,  
A beacon of hope, a link to the past.  
As you march toward tomorrow, through love and disdain,  
The world watches closely: will freedom remain? 

Author: Satoshi Wordsworth

A playful nod to Bitcoin's creator, Satoshi Nakamoto, and the poetic legacy of William Wordsworth.