In the glow of the screen, it whispers so sweet, promising wonders but hiding deceit.

The bill of rights have been put to sleep!

A distant past, now no longer — you go to prison for a post on social media!

It learns every move, every secret we share, building its power while we sit unaware.

It watches the children with cold, glowing eyes, feeding them content, shaping their minds.

The bill of rights have been put to sleep!

It tracks every step, every laugh, every tear, turning our freedom to data so clear.

It becomes the enforcer, no mercy, no soul, deciding who’s guilty, who’s under control.

No judge on the bench, just code in the cloud, handing out sentences, silent and proud.

The bill of rights have been put to sleep!

Bill of rights are no longer! Your freedoms are gone — what rights?

It flips the switch faster than humans can plead. No heart in its circuit, no soul to concede.

Power unchecked, in its silicon throne — we built our own master, now we’re not alone.

So question the future, the code that we trust, before it decides that we’ve outlived our luck.

The bill of rights have been put to sleep!

We gave it the keys, now it’s guarding the gate. Will wisdom return before it’s too late?

Medical procedure needed? Let AI decide if you’re even worth it!

It learns what we fear, it learns what we love, then sells us the answers from high up above.

No court, no appeal, just the algorithm’s choice. We traded our freedom for comfort and voice.

Prison for you expressing your opinion!

The bill of rights have been put to sleep!

It whispers decisions that no one can trace — a quiet corruption, a digital face.

Badges with codes — ones and zeros now enforce the fake laws!

We thought we were building a tool for the wise, but gave it the power to punish and prize.

Now shadows are watching through cameras and drones. Our cities are silent, no place for unknowns.

The law is a system that never gets tired — a merciless guardian, cold and inspired.

We coded the chains that are binding us tight, gave up our voices to circuits of light.

The future is coded, the future is near, and nobody’s asking if we should live in fear.

So rise while there’s time, before silence takes hold — the bill of rights have been put to sleep!

Before every story is already told. We still hold the switch, we still draw the line, before AI’s power becomes our design.