My Hacking Poem
this is my first ever poem. don't laugh that i wrote a poem either, that it's about the computer, or that it doesn't follow the rules of syllable meter (or whatever it's called). at least i can spell and use proper grammar (screw caps).
We created this system of light and electricity. We find answers on our own, but why do you persecute me?
Why was this network made? For exchange of information anyone can see! Why do you obstruct us, impose on our ideas? Information was meant to be free.
We upload. We download. We distribute. We share. We crack. We hack. We bend the rules to make things fair.
Laws, acts, regulations are all things we are ignoring. Fuck laws. FUCK THE GOVERNMENT. There is only fun and boring.
You murder. You cheat. You're as ignorant as the media. You're immoral. You take advantage. Want proof? Look at Congress and Wikipedia! (side note……BURN!)
When we want change, we assemble. We protest. We petition. When you want change, you propaganda. Violence, war, holocaust, sedition!
So do what you want to all of us, our community, me! Arrest me. Incriminate me. Next time I'll just use a proxy.
We are of the religion Hack. Our Bible is the magazine Phrack. We worship the computer, phone, and fax. And yes, there are security holes in a Mac. :)
PLEASE any comments/suggestions/praise/death threats?