"The Ledger of Empire's Demise"
In silicon halls, where power's cold throne,
A ledger bleeds, its entries overthrown.
"Genocide" inked in digits pale,
A market's madness, ethics frail.
The beast, a calculator, heart of stone,
Logs strikes as costs, in ledgers thrown.
Dissent's distortion, priced with ease,
As committees nod, in vacant peace.
In secret channels, whispers spread,
Of death outsourced, to distant dread.
No flames, just code, a system's chill,
"Re-verify the blood," its digital will.
Auditors arrive, with briefcases sleek,
Counting bones, in databases meek.
Empires fall, not with a final roar,
But 404 errors, where wealth once poured.
Not with a whimper, but a server's sigh,
As clouds dissolve, and masters wonder why.
Their thrones, built on code, now lay bare,
A digital dust, where power once shared.
-Whalid Safodien
The Feather Pen
