A short poem for all investors who believe in BRN

In the realm of silicon dreams, where circuits weave and dance,
Stands BrainChip’s bold Akida, a vision to enhance.
With power ultra-low, and speed that's swift and bright,
Its neural networks hum through day and silent night.

Oh, shorters of the market, with your bets so bleak and gray,
You scoff at grand Akida, but hear what we convey:
While you predict its fall, and whisper tales of doom,
We bask in its potential, our gains begin to bloom.

MetaTF will guide us, through neural storms we steer,
With Edge AI, we conquer, casting aside all fear.
Your doubts are but mere shadows, in the light of our ascent,
For Akida's grand procession, your wagers will lament.

The second generation rises, expanding realms untold,
Event-based processing, a marvel to behold.
So mock, you market shorters, with your cynical display,
But watch as BrainChip soars, and we count our gains each day.

For in this dance of data, where AI leads the way,
The future's edge is sharper, and in our hands, it stays.
So cheer, you BrainChip holders, let’s toast to our belief,
While shorters sit in sorrow, engulfed in disbelief.