PSYOPS on Society
When the Media Papers sing the same song, When the scrolling banners flash in unison, When the music swells with drama, And the story grips the heart, Pouring fear into the veins of the everyman— We yield. We relinquish our control, Our thoughts, Our lives. "But it’s all TRUE!" They tell us— No, They feed us. Twist the spoon. Fill the trough. And we, docile, Consume. Stay grounded. Stay awake. Stay free, they said. Yet, are you free? When every story is a thread In a web of distraction— Destruction. A narrative designed To veer your gaze from what lies beyond. You believe you think. You believe you choose. But who writes the questions Before you even consider the answers? It goes on... Fear as a compass, Grief as a leash, Hope as a cage. They’re clever, These invisible architects. A shadow script: Your will bending To hands you cannot see. ...
