Media

In the neon glow of midnight screens,
where bytes cascade like restless rain,
the world unfurls in pixel dreams,
a ceaseless stream of joy and pain.

Headlines flash in bold, stark type,
tweets flutter like sparrows in a gale,
while podcasts murmur, soft and ripe,
with voices that both soothe and frail.

We scroll, we share, we lose, we find—
the digital tide that shapes our minds,
a mirror held to humankind,
reflecting hopes, the fears that bind.

Yet in this flood of sound and sight,
let wisdom steer our clicking light,
discern the truth from fleeting blaze,
and keep our thoughts both keen and wise.

For media, that endless stream,
is but a tool—a collective dream—
its power lies not in the noise it weaves,
but in the hands that choose what it believes.