We built this pyre with our own hands—
Like. Share. Scroll. The algorithm demands.
Democracy’s a trending page
Where billionaires write every rage.
Silicon sadhus count their souls
In app-built heavens, mined from holes
Where children cough up cobalt dust
To prove some CEO’s \"robust growth.\"
Two fires burn. You’ve seen the proof:
One wrapped in NFTs and spoof,
One just a mother’s fading breath
Still priced beneath her WhatsApp death.
Who stokes these flames? Don’t look above—
We taught the AI what to love.
Our thumbs made gods of hollow men
Who sell the rope we hang them in.
The choice was never left or right—
Just keep the dark or be the light.
No hashtag saves. No thoughts and prayers.
The fire comes. Will you be air?