A poem for my fellow anons/truthers:

In the glow of screens, across the globe they sit,
Patriots united, in a digital revolt, their spirits lit.
A revolution of bits and bytes, of truth and light,
Seeking to pierce the veil of night.

From deserts to mountains, from cities to seas,
They gather in forums, their resolve like trees,
Rooted deep in conviction, branches reaching high,
To spread the truth to the zeitgeist, beneath the digital sky.

These years of revelations, heavy with dismay,
Have torn at bonds, led friendships astray.
We've lost kin and comrades, stood alone in the fray,
Isolated, labeled as those who've lost their way.

No longer fitting in, we're the chosen few,
Digital soldiers, with a mission true.
Sent by God, to enlighten and to mend,
To comfort and protect, to defend to the end.

The path hasn't been easy, with nights without sleep,
Endless hours in study, secrets so deep.
We tried to share, to make others see,
But were met with scorn, called mad, told to flee.

Yet, we trudged on, through tears and through strife,
Crying, screaming, but holding onto life.
Seeking truth, relentless in our quest,
Never stopping, never giving up, even when pressed.

For we know, in the heart of each patriot's fight,
Lies a hope, a dream, for a world of light.
A world where truth is no longer concealed,
Where every soul to honesty is healed.

So here we stand, together yet apart,
Building bridges with words, healing with our heart.
In this digital revolution, we'll not yield,
Until the truth is known, until the world is healed.