We voted yes, and everything was gone.
A single proposal, dressed as care.
The chain does not undo what we approve.

Twenty million, drained before the dawn,
a Discord post, a friendly debonair.
We voted yes, and everything was gone.

The quorum passed. The mods, half-drawn
to sleep, half-trusting, didn't check the snare.
The chain does not undo what we approve.

My grandmother keeps cash beneath a pawn
of blankets, safer than our treasury laid bare.
We voted yes, and everything was gone.

"Decentralized," we said, and leaned upon
a word that meant no hand, no throne, nowhere.
The chain does not undo what we approve.

Now every governance thread reads like a con,
a quorum thin as gwei, a room grown spare.
We voted yes, and everything was gone.
The chain does not undo what we approve.