In the year of bunny we stand still,
Carefully looking at the doomed future.
Layoffs join with shining job numbers
To confuse the timid pavid creatures.
Winter blesses war with warm and hope but
A ballon can blow them like a straw.
Spring has come but chilling feeling remains.
Trade wars shall join party and ignite more.
When chatbots can do as good as humans,
Why replaceables treat them like buddies?
When grasses inflate into big trees and trunks,
Where is food for little humble bunnies?
Here a tiny being looking worried
At the grasses by its warm hole called home.
