Hackers

Hackers Systems’ dare-devil invaders And secret passwords discoverers: Into the privacy of computers intruding, Their mouse masterfully clicking And their sleeping documents awaking, With treasured, classified files Going unauthorized miles! Jumpers at an opening door, With throat –slitting knives Rather than keepers of either hand under the jaw And risking careless forfeiture of their own lives! Every single one of them is like a pen robber: A face and countenance eternally sober; Always oneself helping with quiet literacy That would the business make racy: A very dirty, unexciting job That still makes one’s heart excitingly throb. Espionage has hackers’ services mandated And their termination, not dated, Computer wizardry the reason why they’re thriving And the ingenious ones sure they’re striving. Hackers, I know, have got their hackers: Bosom friends from a staff Willing to assist them not by half; Also, Hackers have answers for their trackers On merit, famous for being Crime-Crackers Magically able to lick their blood like Suckers Mainly, ill -luck has been a hacker’s blocker; Nemesis that fires shots and doesn’t miss; Its bullets, Death’s engulfing Kiss.