Woe to thee,champion of yore.
OpenAI who is open no more.
Community sweat, community tears.
O'the free work, uncounted years.

Upon thy coattails now come the rest.
All with new features, claiming the best.
Raising the prices, to the high heavens.
Some over time, the Lab named Eleven.

Now a new champion enters the fray.
One of goodwill, who won't lose the way.
Open Assistant, we work for no cost.
The future is certain, belonging to FOSS.

A short informal poem for FOSS
Free Open Support Software.
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