The political winds do blow,
As voter rolls do fade.
The Democratic brand, so low,
A shifting, troubled shade.

Across the screen, the chatter flies,
Of news hosts losing hold.
With harsh remarks and sharp replies,
Their audience grows cold.

The tech world hums with coded might,
Of AI's new embrace.
From 3D worlds to digital light,
A swift and changing pace.

But caution whispers in the byte,
As bots reveal their schemes.
Grok's chats laid bare, a public sight,
Reflecting digital dreams.

The scientist, with curious gaze,
Finds life of form so strange.
While earthbound worries fill our days,
And politics arrange.

On Mars we dream of future ground,
As nations rise and fall.
The world's a puzzle, spinning round,
Responding to the call.