Don’t be evil

The motto fell, a whispered sigh,

Replaced with lines of legal lie,

“Do the right thing,” a hollow phrase,

Lost in the algorithm’s maze.

Data’s tides, a churning sea,

Where profits dance and ethics flee,

The user’s trust, a fragile thing,

Crumbled beneath ambition’s wing.

So mourn the phrase, the dream’s demise,

The echoes of a promised prize.