It’s early, just before dawn,
when the world should be quiet,
but there’s this restless hum,
like something’s brewing,
just out of reach,
just under the surface.
That’s how these stories start,
not with dragons or heroes,
but with real people
getting swallowed whole
by a world too busy to notice.
See how they twist it?
An abduction becomes
a headline.
A headline becomes
a show.
And suddenly, tragedy is entertainment.
“Mara, they weren’t even abducted,”
As if a smile in a photo somehow proves you’re okay.
“Look, they’re well-fed. They’re fine.”
But are they?
What does freedom mean
when fear follows you home
and sleeps in your bed?
Did they really have to die
for you to believe they were abducted?
Do they need to spill their trauma
for all to see?
Do they have to cry
for their truth to matter?
Isn’t the fear in their eyes,
the shake in their voice,
already enough?
Say it,
and the sycophants will twist your words,
speaking with honeyed lies,
shrugging it off…
They’re just politicians anyway.
They’ll tell you it’s complicated.
They’ll say, “Things are being handled.”
They’ll dress their deceit
in smooth, practiced tones,
their voices bending like shadows
on the evening news.
And behind the scenes,
nothing changes.
Because the truth isn’t a press release.
It’s what happens when the cameras turn off.
It’s in the silence between the headlines.
It’s in the questions no one’s answering.
And while we chase distractions,
real problems rot in the dark.
Borders fall apart.
Hunger gnaws at homes
too far from the spotlight.
This isn’t chaos by accident.
It’s chaos by design.
A game of look over here
while they tear everything down over there.
Don’t let them trick you.
Don’t trust the shiny things.
This world is full of mirrors,
and they’re hoping you won’t notice
the strings behind the curtain.
Every headline is a magic trick.
Every outrage is a smoke bomb.
And while we argue
over who said what
and who’s to blame,
they keep moving the pieces, writing new rules for a game we didn’t agree to play.
Wake up.
Families are broken.
Communities are bleeding.
And all they give us
are statements wrapped in lies
and promises that disappear
the moment we blink.
Look deeper.
Ask harder questions.
Don’t settle for their version of the story.
They’ll tell you It’s too complicated for us to understand,
but that’s just another trick.
This isn’t a show.
It’s real.
And we deserve better
than lights, cameras, and soundbites.
We deserve answers.
We deserve justice.
We deserve the truth,
no matter how messy it is,
no matter how much it hurts.
So stop.
Think.
Push back.
Don’t just watch from the sidelines
while they play us for fools.
We have the power to end the show.
We have the power to write a new story.
One where fear doesn’t win.
One where hope doesn’t get sold for headlines.
This isn’t freedom.
It’s a performance.
And it’s time we tear it down and start again.
Because real life isn’t a script.
It’s ours to shape.
And justice,
justice isn’t a show.
It’s a fight worth having.
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