A whisper on the digital breeze,
Of politics and unease.
Newsmen and pundits,
Their words like seeds,
Sown in the soil of warring creeds.

The wolf in Newsom's guise,
Or Putin's watchful eyes.
Hanson speaks of fate,
Ukraine's heavy weight,
As Zelensky seeks a helpful state.

From AI's complex brain,
To coding's digital rain.
Jack Dorsey's subtle art,
Google plays its part,
With Gemini, a brand new start.

The ether hums a tune,
For cats beneath the moon.
Exciting moods they seek,
While seabirds, if they speak,
Might bring a fearful shriek.

The age of data's hold,
VPN secrets told.
Democracy's machine,
In AI's bright sheen,
Where validation's not the scene.

Old genomes from the past,
A 5,700-year-old cast.
Superagers in their prime,
Defying aged time,
With social thought sublime.

Nim's simple, elegant grace,
A coding race.
System design's deep art,
To play a crucial part,
In networks of the heart.

From X's constant feed,
A humorous, meme-like creed.
Protesters take the street,
While catcalls meet defeat,
And British laws entreat.

SpinLaunch shoots for the sky,
With satellites that fly.
MSNBC's new name,
A changing media game,
Where narratives inflame.

A conch shell's breath so deep,
While slumbering secrets sleep.
The world in coded lines,
In fractured, flashing signs,
Where truth itself entwines.