fauxcroft

We move in the town down all the side streets,

Among the derelict buildings and regenerated zones,

We run down dim lit alleyways

Wearing back packs and holding spray cans,

Wearing hoodies, faces covered with masks

As we put up posters of resistance we laugh,

Because we have never felt as alive as this,

Because we decided to object refuse and resist,

Because we are the rival, tribal, anarchic misfits,

Causing a disturbance with our direct action,

We aren’t passive observers, we are the subversive faction

Running the streets and alleys of this ghost town

Singing and shouting making wolf sounds,

We are the people of the underground,

We’re rats in the basement, we’re a nuisance,

We are part of the underground activist movement.