CTRL + Fear
Breaking news streams in, static laced with dread,
threats accumulate in pixel, panic blinks in red.
No one asks where terror first began–
thumbs obey the siren, screens demand the hand.
Every hour, terror arrives dressed as truth,
spun by voices that sell panic for proof.
Alert chimes weaponized as lullabies,
safety preached from towers of televised lies.
They sold you comfort in curated scenes,
locked reality behind ironic memes.
Scroll past famine, scroll past war,
refresh the feed for headlines scored.
Say you’re woke, but hide indoors,
junkies for outrage, hungry for new wars.
Each conflict branded, each crisis a call,
safety an app, risk a firewall.
Stay afraid–keep to your lane,
each ounce of dread another click in their gain.
Caution dressed as wisdom, submission sold as news,
you wear their fear like branded shoes.
CTRL + Fear, obey the feed,
programmed by content to serve their greed.
Crisis clicked, boundaries blurred,
compliance measured in every word.
No rebel here–just a perfect form,
data harvested, safely conformed.
You perform outrage, never protest,
applaud your own restraint as best.
The numbers scroll, never the street,
informed but static, anxious in retreat.
Headlines write the pulse for the day,
looped in worry, led astray.
Swallow panic with every scroll,
trade action for a sense of control.
Safety bought with a dose of dread,
a mind kept busy but easily led.
This isn’t awareness, it’s discipline’s twin–
obedience masked as virtue within.
They shaped the fear, sold it as choice,
manufactured silence, tuned your voice.
Fear isn’t power–it’s design,
dread refined and sold as mine.
No lie coded, just signals scanned–
you made the chains and offered your hand.
CTRL + Fear–repeat, repeat,
trust coded deeper with every tweet.
Truth’s too slow, facts dissolve–
but fear is easy–click to evolve.
Security’s sold with every ping,
and all that’s left is the fear you bring.