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?
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Author:
Mottakeenur Rehman (
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Comments2
A wonderful write, highlighting the continued greed of the few at the cost of the many, nicely expressed and written
Thank you—I’m glad it resonated with you. Means a lot!
You are very welcome
A powerful write that asks us to look in the mirror when asking questions about our own misery and destruction. A strong condemnation of our own choices and greed that is destroying us. Very well written my friend.
Your words cut deep—thank you for truly seeing the mirror I tried to hold up. This is why I write.
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