This poem was written by Quent Cordair. It's our pleasure to share Quent's poem as a vision for an ideal society - the vision towards which we are building. Sovereign individuals, traders, dreamers, and builders thriving by choice, not command. Brains outpace brawn, markets stay open, and every newcomer is welcomed as an equal.
My Kingdom
My kingdom has no subjects,
No serfs, their backs to bear
The weight of lives of others;
None here are forced to share.
A kingdom filled with kings and queens,
Their castles great and small,
With princes blue, princesses true,
Good dogs to guard them all.
A kingdom built with brains and brawn,
Each year less brawn than brains;
We sow and reap, invent machines
That till the fertile plains.
We sail and dream, we wing the skies,
Beguile with arts refined;
We trade for riches far and near,
Hold forth in courts of mind.
We mine and dine, automatize
The tasks that bore to tears;
Our engineers, second to none,
Lean back and toast to cheers.
Our six policemen quite suffice;
We’ve seven hard Marines
And thirteen jets with bombs so smart
That no one intervenes.
We welcome independent souls,
No honest man we shun –
Our markets thrive on goods well made,
On services well done.
Be immigrant or passing guest,
As equals all we greet;
New buyers all, new sellers some,
New friends and loves to meet.
My kingdom has no subjects,
No serfs, their backs to bear
The weight of lives of others –
Come join us if you dare.
