The Streisand Effect

The Streisand Effect

In whispers low behind closed doors,
A secret stirred on distant shores.
A photograph, so plain, benign—
Until she cried, "That image's mine!"

She sought the law, she drew her sword,
To hush the tide with court's accord.
But silence, once imposed with might,
Awoke a storm she could not fight.

For what was small, obscure, unseen,
Now bloomed upon the global screen.
A spark she tried so hard to quell
Now blazed across the citadel.

The world leaned in with prying eyes,
Enticed by veils and legal cries.
What once was buried, lost in mist,
Was now atop the viral list.

Thus born was irony's cruel twist—
Suppress a thought, it will persist.
The louder one declares "Forget!",
The louder echoes the Internet.

So tread with care when truth you chase,
And let not fear distort your face.
For in this age, to hide a thread,
Is oft to stitch it bold in red.