The sun sets on a wired world,
Where every home and office twirls.
In neon lights and glowing screens,
A networked race we all convene.

But I stand alone in twilight's glow,
With radio tuned to a frequency low.
My bunker deep, my guns at hand,
When the grid goes down, I'll understand.

I hear the tales of urban despair,
Of hackers ransoming vital air.
But here, by moonlight and starry night,
I'm free from fear, beyond sight.

My friends, we share this wild terrain,
Bound by bonds unspun by thread or chain.
With every pulse our comms do dance,
Guarded hearts in a digital trance.

When the grid goes down, I'll find my way,
Through ham radio's steady relay.
Our voices strong in close-knit crew,
A brotherhood that's bound to grow true.

For when the storm of silence falls,
We'll stand as one, like sentinels tall.
With hands and nerves as steady as can be,
We'll weather the night and watch the day break free.

._/|_ Stay frosty, partner.
| \> - Cowboy
Digital Desperados Grid-Down Division
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