Silent Siphon of Public Trust

. A public promise, minted for the mass. A shining token

made of digital glass. They spoke of freedom, chains undone at

last. A future woven different from the past. But in the

code, a silent siphon waits. A hidden channel to colossal gates.

The people's money, such a sweet refrain, became a torrent in a golden

rain. That fell upon the droughts of barren ground. Where waiting titans,

never making sound. Absorbed the deluge, swelling with the gain. A quiet harvest

cleansing all the plain. Of smaller ventures, hopes, and fragile trust.