In the dark of the night,
Zine copies pile up high,
Anxieties bite.
Bands play, drunk and loud,
Cops wait, the tension mounts,
Bottles clash, sound bombs.
Protest signs in hands,
Rain soaks the paper hearts,
Echoes of demands.
Bail money tight,
Friends disappear in the night,
Walls close in, bite.
Volunteers thin,
Burned out, scared, or just in,
Leaving, begin.
Sunrise, we're gone,
But the dreams of change are strong,
Nightmares don't last long.
Keep moving, keep fighting,
DIY ethics, no rights,
Do it, don't be quiet.
-- CINDER
"diy doesn't mean disorganized."
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