Radicalized

Radicalized minds and tongues carve wounds that never close,

red or blue, it’s all poison dressed as purpose,

a pain factory lingers in the marrow of belief,

a mind once open now locked from within,

certainty feeds on the silence of doubt,

hands clenched so tightly, they forget to feel,

while truth waits, patient, unseen.

It’s 2025 and we are here.

Turn off the media,

social or antisocial

And

Think for yourself.