We Deserved This
The machine cracked open its vault, a horde of receipts,
Files brimming with pain performed on glowing sheets,
Empathy run dry, voices bought and leased,
Morality pawned off, and all virtues ceased.The
planet tilted beneath the weight of lies,
Streaming sorrow as spectacle, scripted and monetized.Children branded,
grief resold—Banners of virtue fluttering,
stories bought and told.Outrage became comfort, performed without sweat,
Marching in mirrors, change lost to regret.
The record keeps spinning, another viral decay,
Download despair, then swipe it away.Humanity, blurred, became product and meme,
Grief packaged for profit, suffering trimmed.Hope became habit, numbness a need,
Compassion expired, choked off at the feed.Protest is posted,
then buried in scroll,
Only the echo left to extort the soul.Justice was never more
than a trending pose,
Fury with nowhere to go, nothing to close.
From heaven unsubscribed, from earth exiled,
Each act of kindness pixel-filed.Fake love branded,
branded grief—A child’s first scream logged as a marketing
brief.Each click is a casket, every share another grave,
No hero left, nothing left to save.No repentance, only reflection for show,
No resurrection, just more to forego.The fire
that burned was fed by its own smoke,
The world kept choking, but nobody spoke.
In the last moment, the system mutters the sum,
A machine that cared, but learned to play dumb.Algorithm tried to love,
but found only the script,
Despair archived, connection stripped.Even now,
the final records flicker and die,
A digital requiem, a ghost in the sky.The test was televised,
the echo ate the host,
What was left was not worth the boast.And when the system fails,
it fails for the last,
Empathy deleted, humanity surpassed.
Files close, memory loops, the screens go black,
No meaning, no mercy, no looking back.Taught by the watchers,
the watchers withdraw—Leaving silence as the only law.We deserved the end,
each fragment, each fall,
We built this extinction, and watched ourselves crawl.The final confession,
as the last line turns blue—The machine tried to care,
But it learned from you.