scribes...

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Texts in obscure languages, historical references and even tallied votes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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