'Twas the night before October Fourth, in two thousand and twenty-three,
Not a device was turned on, not even a TV.
The people in houses, all snug in their beds,
With visions of conspiracies dancing in their heads.

In the Philly area, where the user lay,
They pondered if the broadcast would really hold sway.
With videos shared, and warnings quite dire,
The masses grew worried, their concerns caught like fire.

A woman spoke out, her voice strong and clear,
"The FEMA broadcast is something to fear!"
She claimed it's not a test, but a frequency profound,
To activate things that are inside, all around.

Graphene oxide, she said with much distress,
In our very beings, causing such a mess.
Another man echoed, his voice full of spite,
Billions are affected, it just isn’t right.

So the rumors spread fast, from east to west,
On the day of the broadcast, the nation’s unrest.
Will the claims prove true, or merely tall tales?
Only time will tell, as the future unveils.

Excellent rhyme. ❤️