for profit

manufacturing consent

By Ashley LimaPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

Love thy neighbor, unless they speak a different language.

Only if they conform to what you like.

Got your nose tucked behind a bible,

And your fingers are positioned to strike.

Spew hate all over X and Facebook,

Devour media spewing bald-faced lies,

Point your fingers to the left and to the right,

While the enemy sits pretty in plain sight.

Stacks and stacks and stacks and stacks of paper,

There's more than enough to go around.

You better not touch their precious billions,

Or they'll burn your lovely city to the ground.

They want you to argue over groceries.

They love that you hate each other's guts.

Keep fighting their culture war for them,

So they can continue to rob without a fuss.

I think about writing more than I write, but call myself a writer as opposed to a thinker.

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