In the recent past a lot of dithering has taken place over blocking internet and regulating the net content.

However one dare not imagine a world without internet today. That world would be equivalent to a world with no competent courts.

In order to emphasize the importance of openness and internet accountability,we shall answer it in a Roman way. Imagine if tomorrow the internet does get blocked. The following sonnets would then be the eulogy of an e-citizen Marcus Anthonius, with an e-twist of course:

Facebookes, Twitteratis, Hacktivists, lend me your ears;

I come to bury Internet Freedom not to praise Internet Censorship.
The evil that Internet Moderators do lives after them;
The good is oft deleted with their messages;
So let it be with Internet Freedom.

The noble Internet Censorship hath told you Internet Freedom was ambitious:

If it were so, it was a grievous system error,
And grievously hath Internet Freedom answer'd it.
Here, under leave of Internet Censorship and the rest—
For Internet Censorship is an honorable cause;
So are they all, all honorable causes—

Come I to speak in Internet Freedom’s blackout.

He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Internet Censorship says he was ambitious;
And  Internet Censorship is an honorable cause.

Internet Freedom hath brought many joy home to Cyberspace

On whose source codes did the world wide web fill:
Did this in Internet Freedom seem ambitious?
When that the netizens have been sequestered, Internet Freedom hath wept:
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
Yet Internet Censorship says he was ambitious;
And Internet Censorship is an honorable cause.

You all did see that on the social network

Netizens many-a- times polled Internet Freedom to a worthy kingly crown,
Which Internet Freedom never did concern itself with: was this ambition?
Yet Internet Censorship says he was ambitious;
And, sure, Internet Censorship is an honorable cause.

I speak not to disprove what Internet Censorship spoke,

But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love blogging once, not without cause:
What cause withholds you then, to mourn for Internet Freedom?
O Twitter! thou art fled to brutish dictatorial beasts,
And E-world have lost their reason. Bear with me;
My heart is in the flagged section, there with Internet Freedom,
And I must pause till it come back to me.

But yesterday the tweets of Internet Freedom might

Have stood against the world; now lies he there.
And none so weak to do him reverence.
O Orkuteers! if I were disposed to stir
Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,
I should do Internet Censorship wrong, and Internet Regulations wrong,
Who, you all know, are honorable cause:

I will not do them wrong; I rather choose

To wrong the deleted, to wrong the banned and flagged,
Than I will wrong such honorable cause.
But here's a scrap with the digital signature of Internet Freedom;
I found it in its profile, 'tis his post:
Let but the cyber people hear this testament—
Which, pardon me, I do not mean to scan through—
And they would go and kiss deleted Internet Freedom's wounds
And save their 140 words on his wall,
Yea, beg a scrap of him for memory,
And, dying, mention it within their post,
Bequeathing it as a rich legacy
Unto their issue.

Have patience, gentle myspace friends I must not read it;

It is not meet you know how Internet Freedom loved you.
You are not viruses, you are not Trojan Horses, but netizens;
And, being netizens bearing the will of Internet Freedom,
It will emotify you, it will change your mood:
'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs;
For, if you should, O, what would come of it!

Will you be patient? Will you stay awhile?

I have logged in myself to tell you of it:
I fear I wrong the honorable cause
Whose daggers have stabbed Internet Freedom; I do fear it.

You will compel me, then, to read the post?

Then click the like button about the banned page of Internet Democracy,
And let me show you him that typewrote the post.
Shall I descend? And will you give me leave.

If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.

You all do know this freedom cloak: I remember
The first time ever Internet Democracy put it on;
'Twas on a popular website, in his username,
That day he overcame the Gag Orders:
Look, in this place ran Internet Regulations' dagger through:
See what a dent the envious ban made:
Through this the well-beloved Internet Censorship stabbed;
And as he plucked his cursed prohibition away,
Mark how the peaceful kind words of Internet Freedom followed it,
As rushing out of doors, to be resolved
If Brutus so unkindly knocked, or no;
For Internet Censorship, as you know, was once Internet Democracy’s angel:

Judge, O you cyber administrators, how dearly Internet Freedom loved him!

This was the most unkindest cut of all;
For when the noble Internet Freedom saw him stab,
Ingratitude, more strong than internet criminals’ arms,
Quite vanquished him: then burst his mighty heart;
And, in his freedom cloak muffling up his face,
Even at the base of every IP addresses,
Which all the while ran words, great Caesar fell.

O, what a fall was there, my netizens!

Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
Whilst bloody treason flourished over us.

O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel

The dint of pity: these are gracious drops.
Kind souls, what, weep you when you but behold

Our Internet Freedom's vesture wounded? Look you here,

Here is himself, marred, as you see, with traitors.

Good netizens, sweet netizens, let me not stir you up

To such a sudden flood of mutiny.
They that have done this deed are honorable:
What private griefs they have, alas, I know not,
That made them do it: they are wise and honorable,
And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.

I come not, netizens, to steal away your hearts:

I am no lawful authority, as Internet Censorship is;
But, as you know me all, a plain blunt moral idea,
That love my online friends; and that they know full well
That gave me virtual leave to speak of him:

For I have neither posts, nor scrap, nor tweet,

Social sites, nor e-mail, nor the webpage,
To stir netizens's cause: I only speak right on;

I tell you that which you yourselves do know;

Show you sweet Internet Freedom's wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths,
And bid them chat for me: but were I Internet Censorship,
And Internet Censorship idea, there were an idea
Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue
In every wound of Internet Freedom that should move
The stones of Cyber World to rise and mutiny.

Yet hear me, netizens; yet hear me chat.

Why, friends, you go to do you know not what:
Wherein hath Internet Freedom thus deserved your loves?

Alas, you know not: I must poke you then:

Moreover, he hath left you all his data,
His tagged photos and new-uploaded videos,
On this side Free Speech; he hath left them you,
And to your heirs forever, common internet pleasures,
To surf online, and recreate social status’.
Here was a Internet Freedom! When comes such another?

Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot,

Take thou what course thou wilt!