I begged them to see the cliff

But they lined up smiling

Said “It’s trending.”

Blind eyes open mouths

Marching truth into the ground

Wolves dressed in likes and praise

They follow anyway

Echo chambers louder screams

Critical thought Ripped at the seams

They kneel to trends like gods

Just meat in line for slaughter

I pull their strings just to stop the fall

But they bite my hands

And ask if it’s fashionable

Move the herd before it dies

Push the weight of vacant minds

Drag their pride through burning lies

Truth’s too sharp for sheep in line

Mouths are moving but nothing’s said

Screaming scripts from books unread

Their gods are viral trends and fear

Their thoughts were sold last fiscal year

I'm the leash they call a curse

But without it it gets worse

They’d leap off cliffs for dopamine

And cheer while calling it a dream

I don’t lead because I want to.

I lead

Because they’d kill each other

Just to be first in the wrong direction

You think you’re free

You think you chose

You just echo the loudest post

Sheep with pride sheep with blades

You scream your will while digging graves

Move the herd before it dies

Push the weight of vacant minds

Drag their pride through burning lies

Truth’s too sharp for sheep in line

I begged them to stop

They asked if I had

“a better hashtag.”