Steemy Sonnet

Shall I compare STEEM to a desert noon?
Thy Sun is neither just nor moderate.
He promised STEEM growth to the moon,
But drove off those who innovate;

Sometime too hot the eye of Justin shines,
And rarely is his anger with us dimm'd;
Dissenting posts his censor script declines,
While we demand our feeds untrimm'd;

But thy eternal blockchain shall not fade,
Nor lose possession by the righteous host,
'Twixt STEEM and HIVE the public weighed,
And chose the one with virtue most.

So long as we can breathe or eyes can see,
You can't control blockchain technology.

(Apologies to William Shakespeare for this butchery of Sonnet 18)