Truth once whispered, now it’s cloned,
A thousand faces, none well-known.
Pixels lie with human grace,
Wearing trust upon their face.
Voices forged from borrowed breath
Speak of hope, yet deal in death.
Images bend what eyes believe,
Leaving little room to grieve.
Facts are edited, cut and spun,
Until the lie outshines the sun.
What was false now walks as real,
Signed and sealed by how we feel.
Algorithms learn our fears,
Feed them daily, year by year.
Outrage sells, confusion spreads,
Reason starves while rumor’s fed.
Crowds divide, the loud prevail,
Truth grows thin, begins to pale.
When every screen becomes a snare,
Who decides what’s true or fair?
If thought is hacked and sight deceived,
What remains to be believed?
In coded worlds where shadows lie,
The greatest threat is asking w
MARYANN BOSAH 