I met a traveler from a tech-drenched land
Who said – “Two massive skyscrapers stand
In a once-thriving city, now a hollow sprawl,
Where dreams of empire crumbled, lost to all.
I gazed upon the remnants of their base,
A monument to vanity, time’s disgrace.
Half-buried in the rubble lies a stone,
Engraved with boasts of power once well-known:
‘Behold my brand, the king of all things grand!
I built this world with an unshaken hand!’
But all that’s left is shattered glass and rust,
A crumbling logo tarnished by dust.
No more the endless tweets or viral streams,
No more the endless thirst for fleeting dreams.
The legacy of pixels, likes, and fame,
Now lost to entropy, an empty name.”
And in the ruin, the faintest truth remains:
The thirst for power always meets the same.
The CJBuzz 