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Everything Is Under Control

A satirical repeating-line poem where reassurance slowly unravels into institutional absurdity and quiet collapse

By AlgiebaPublished 6 months ago • 1 min read

Everything is under control.

The city says it on billboards now,

in fonts designed to feel like trust,

next to advertisements for calm breathing apps

and emergency preparedness kits.

Everything is under control.

My neighbor repeats it while moving out,

carefully labeling boxes like “future stability”

and “definitely not panic,”

as if naming things correctly

prevents them from changing shape.

The government says it during the broadcast

where the signal keeps flickering

into something that looks like weather

but behaves like apology.

Everything is under control.

I hear it in elevators that stop between floors

and refuse to explain themselves.

I hear it in customer service lines

that place me on hold

for a conversation I never started.

The phrase becomes louder.

Not clearer.

Everything is under control.

At the supermarket, the bananas are all identical now.

No one remembers if they were always identical.

The cashier smiles too long

and calls me “valued participant”

instead of customer.

Everything is under control.

A man on the street distributes flyers

that say DO NOT WORRY

printed on both sides

in case doubt tries to escape.

Everything is under control.

My phone updates itself

without asking permission

and changes the word “error” to “progress.”

I stop correcting it.

Everything is under control.

At night, the news anchors blink in perfect sequence,

like rehearsed honesty.

They reassure us gently

that uncertainty has been resolved

into something more efficient.

Everything is under control.

I begin to notice

that the phrase no longer feels reassuring

but procedural—

like something said after control has already left.

Everything is under control.

Even silence starts repeating it now,

though not always in the right order.

Sometimes it says:

Everything is under control.

Sometimes it forgets the last word.

Everything is under control.

And sometimes—just briefly—

it doesn’t say anything at all

and we all understand

that this version might be the most accurate one.

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Algieba

Curious observer of the world, exploring the latest ideas, trends, and stories that shape our lives. A thoughtful writer who seeks to make sense of complex topics and share insights that inform, inspire, and engage readers.

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    Written by Algieba