Cut the crap

Cut the crap, guys

“Freedom of speech”? 

Just a high budget theatre show

With velvet curtains

and oligarchs in the back row

pulling strings

like it's some Shakespearean tragedy

on repeat.
Decisions? 
Already made. 

Already bought. 

Signed in invisible ink

by hands you’ll never shake.
You have no voice

just volume sliders on their control desk

You have no rights

just terms and conditions

you never read

but still bleed for.
You live
an unauthentic life

plastic smiles,

filtered pain,

caffeinated dreams

served in pre approved portions

by algorithmic priests.
City monkeys,

swinging from ad to ad,

scrolling their souls into silence,

sheeping attention

toward “safety”

That golden cage. 

That comfy coffin.
And still

the Auschwitz owners

print your money.

Your dreams.

Your debt.

With the same ink they used

to write the rules

of your forgetting.
But hey

keep calm, 

post memes, 

wear freedom like a brand.
Just don’t ask

who owns the stage.