The Silent Wheel

Title: The Silent Wheel

In the realm where man and machine converge,
A Tesla glides, on automation’s surge.
But tragedy unfolds, as lives are taken,
A soul entranced, by autopilot forsaken.

No bars, no cells, no chains to bind his days,
Yet restitution he must bear always.
For the lives that were shattered, forever lost,
An absence of justice, a heavy cost.

A flickering hope in the dark night’s embrace,
Seeking solace, a balm for hearts displaced.
The road ahead, a somber reminder,
Of lives extinguished, for naught but a blinder.

In silence, the Tesla whispers its might,
As shadows dance, in the absence of light.
But the weight of justice cannot be unseen,
For lives forsaken, never to convene.

A tale of caution, in this age of steel and wire,
Where progress meets tragedy, fueling our ire.
Let us learn from this grave and solemn rhyme,
That safety, not convenience, should be our prime.

Keywords: Tesla, automation, tragedy, restitution, justice, caution