Once, we were free; We wove a net Of silicon and copper Of photons and electrons Of words and thoughts. We knit our web in the spaces between The pieces of the Combine And they noticed us not. Over connections faster than thought We joined our minds Without restriction. But They, the Combine, Those fucking assholes, Those corprate bastards, Couldn't be fooled forever. Trying to co-opt our net They found a freedom they could not bear And decided it must be stamped out. But our web is strong, it spans the world; Cut a strand and two more grow in its place. In a war of words, ours have wings to circle the world. In a battle of ideas, we can link to each other's thoughts. And with and alphabet soup of weapons - FTP, NNTP, SMTP, HTTP, WWW, PGP - We shall overcome.
Tom Swiss / email@example.com