The Crash That Shocked The World

The Crash That ShockedThe World

It came with no warning, a blink, then gone,

The humming stopped, the screens went blank.

No noise of fans, no neon dawn,

Just silence, thick and cold and blank.

The poets cried for vanished lines,

Their stanzas lost in static dust,

No echoes left in server spines,

Just broken links and shattered trust.

No photos, drafts, no final edits,

No stories marked with midnight’s care,

The voices dimmed, the pages dead.

A blackout none were fit to bear.

The world looked up, then down, then in,

And asked aloud, with no reply:

What fault, what flaw, what unseen sin

Had pulled the cord and left us dry?

We searched through glass, through ash, through code,

But all we found were empty hands.

Our art, our selves—unbacked, untold,

Had crashed, like waves on data’s sands.

And somewhere deep, a whisper stirred,

Not heard in full, but just enough:

“Next time you write, write not for clicks,

But carve your truth in stronger stuff.”

A cyber attack, no one was ever caught at all

World of data met its fall. and secrets fall.

It will take years to fix everything right

lesson learned back up your data every night