Farewell to “Woke,” who departed last night,
Once loud as a siren, now gone from our sight.
Born from good values, or so it proclaimed,
It aimed for redemption, but often just shamed.
For nuance and reason it had little space—
Complexity drowned in its furious chase.
It policed every word, every thought, every quip,
Until people grew weary of its iron grip.
To disagree meant exile, to question brought scorn;
Discussion was dead, and debate was forlorn.
Its justice grew swift, with the sharpest of teeth—
But mercy? Reflection? Those lay underneath.
Once fresh in its call to respect and uplift,
It tripped on its slogans, and lost all its gift.
It chased after power, the Twitter fame spree,
Forgetting, in irony, what it claimed to be.
So here lies dear “Woke,” so misunderstood—
Its goals were too righteous, its methods no good.
A lesson in zeal, a caution in fame—
May future ideals learn to cherish the same.
Goodbye to old Woke, may your dust blow away,
And leave us in peace, we are all now okay.