Sunday, October 6, 2024

In the realm of aiding the mute, a tool was born,
Promising words to the voiceless forlorn,
But whispers now echo of a dark manipulation,
Accusations twist, stirring a false sensation.

A glimmer of hope in a technological land,
Designed to lend a voice, to understand,
Yet shadows lurk where light should have shone,
Unveiling a tale of deceit over truth sown.

Allegations dance like shadows in the night,
A tool once hailed now cloaked in blight,
Misguided intentions led to this grim twist,
Where trust erodes, lost in the mist.

Oh, tool of promise now tainted by doubt,
Once hailed a savior, now called out,
May truth prevail, shedding light on this deceit,
And restore faith in a tool meant to greet.