SONG OF THE DIGITAL NATIVE.
I whistle control codes,
For I am a "phreak,"
I battle monopolies,
For my right to speak.
I hang out with weirdos,
On my BBS;
Nothing defeats me,
Or will me repress!

I surf through the USENET
I look but don't halt
At a newsgroup for maniacs,
That's placed in the alt.
I seize the advantage,
So freedom I gain;
I snatch it from tyrants,
Of sword and of pain!

I use the Internet,
It's by and for me;
Cool Web sites and forums,
And all of it's free.
I colonize desert
I build IRC;
I hack out a future,
Which I will then be!

My name is Anonymous,
They call me a "troll",
I fight those attackers,
Who prey on the soul.
My foes jump at shadows,
As they see I'm skilled;
I dredge up their data,
Then they're good as killed.

The traitor has conquered,
The house that I built;
He censors and cancels,
Appeals to my guilt.
I've no place to run to,
I cannot retreat;
I must stand and fight him,
And I must defeat!