Newer Docs now and grayer hair.
The attitude and a flash of swagger still there.
You don’t like my clothing? Or perhaps what I write?
I really don’t care…and I’m being polite.
Now my marching is done on largely virtual streets
Where connections are formed with astounding speed.
(We relied on the mail once to distribute zines, music, and merely to FIND one another.
The underground owes homage to the U.S. Postal Service.)
But we continue and intermingle with those who followed,
Still able to sing and draw and write.
Make it loud; make it subversive; make people think.
Question authority and question yourself.
Be who you are without fear, rocking on to the rhythms of change!