How might have Francis Scott Key changed his words in today's cyberwarfare environment.
Happy birthday America! - I'm not a citizen by birth; I'm a citizen by choice!
Oh, say can you see by the POST's early stage
What so scared we hailed at the boot screen’s last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the infected drive,
O'er the keyboard we watched were so gallantly bleeping?
And the LED's red glare, the logic bombs bursting in pair,
Gave logs through the night that our data was still there.
Oh, say does that personally identifiable information yet safe
O'er the land of the digital age and the home of the malware?
On the command line, dimly seen through the pixels of the screen,
Where the hacker's haughty host in dread stealth scan reposes,
What is that which the bits, o'er the towering baseline,
As it fitfully fragments, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it caches the keyword search of the morning's first SMS,
In firewall glory inspected now shines in the null device:
'Tis the ftp site’s welcome banner! Oh legal may it be
O'er the land of the digital age and the home of the malware!
And where is that SNORT who by signatures swore
That the havoc of cyber war and the data breach's confusion,
A personal data and national secrets should leave us no more!
Their friendly electron has washed out their malware pollution.
No boot sector could save the malicious and corrupted data
From the terror of delete, or the gloom of the wipe:
And the personally identifiable information yet safe
O'er the land of the digital age and the home of the malware!
Oh! thus be it little-endian or big, when RAM slack shall be cleared
Between their beloved personal data and the cyber war's desolation!
Blest with logs and honeypots, may the heav'n rescued data
Praise the Power surge that SCADA made and woke us up as a nation.
Then conquer the security education we must, when our virtual cause is just,
And this be our motto: "In cybersecurity education for all we trust."
And the personally identifiable information yet safe
O'er the land of the digital age and the home of the malware!
What so scared we hailed at the boot screen’s last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the infected drive,
O'er the keyboard we watched were so gallantly bleeping?
And the LED's red glare, the logic bombs bursting in pair,
Gave logs through the night that our data was still there.
Oh, say does that personally identifiable information yet safe
O'er the land of the digital age and the home of the malware?
On the command line, dimly seen through the pixels of the screen,
Where the hacker's haughty host in dread stealth scan reposes,
What is that which the bits, o'er the towering baseline,
As it fitfully fragments, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it caches the keyword search of the morning's first SMS,
In firewall glory inspected now shines in the null device:
'Tis the ftp site’s welcome banner! Oh legal may it be
O'er the land of the digital age and the home of the malware!
And where is that SNORT who by signatures swore
That the havoc of cyber war and the data breach's confusion,
A personal data and national secrets should leave us no more!
Their friendly electron has washed out their malware pollution.
No boot sector could save the malicious and corrupted data
From the terror of delete, or the gloom of the wipe:
And the personally identifiable information yet safe
O'er the land of the digital age and the home of the malware!
Oh! thus be it little-endian or big, when RAM slack shall be cleared
Between their beloved personal data and the cyber war's desolation!
Blest with logs and honeypots, may the heav'n rescued data
Praise the Power surge that SCADA made and woke us up as a nation.
Then conquer the security education we must, when our virtual cause is just,
And this be our motto: "In cybersecurity education for all we trust."
And the personally identifiable information yet safe
O'er the land of the digital age and the home of the malware!
