Divide and Scroll

Everybody’s got a flag, everybody picked a side,

Building walls in their heads while they’re living online.

You don’t need a conversation, just a headline and rage,

Thirty seconds on an app and now you’re preaching from a stage.

If it fits your beliefs, then it’s instantly true,

If it don’t, it’s a lie cooked up by the other crew.

We’ve been trained to react before we ever reflect,

Now a difference of opinion feels like personal disrespect.

Politicians sell hope, then they cash in the fear,

News anchors chase ratings while they’re whispering in your ear.

Everybody wants a villain, everybody wants a fight,

Nobody asks who’s making money off the divide.

We’re drowning in opinions, starving for perspective,

Outrage is addictive, and that’s effective.

Keep us pointing fingers while the curtain never moves,

Too busy fighting neighbors to notice who’s pulling the strings.

Scroll… argue… rinse… repeat,

Marching to a rhythm with a manufactured beat.

They don’t gotta chain us when they own our attention,

Every angry click is another convention.

Left or right, red or blue,

They all tell a story just convincing enough for you.

Maybe if we listened more than we tried to win,

We’d remember we’re all human underneath the skin.

Algorithms know your anger better than your friends,

Feed you just enough to make the cycle never end.

Echo chambers built like luxury homes,

Comfortable enough that nobody ever roams.

We’re measuring worth by followers and trends,

Trading honest dialogue for viral pretend.

Everybody’s yelling “freedom” at the top of their lungs,

While outsourcing every thought to the loudest one.

Truth got buried underneath a pile of confirmation,

Facts need a source—but rumors need imagination.

Nobody wants nuance, it’s too slow for the feed,

So the hottest take wins while the quiet minds bleed.

Maybe the enemy isn’t the face across the street,

Maybe it’s the business built on keeping us at each other’s feet.

Maybe every time we stop to actually understand,

The people selling conflict lose another fan.

We don’t have to agree to show a little grace,

You can challenge ideas without hating a face.

Question every headline, question every speech,

Even question me—truth’s worth the reach.

The loudest voice ain’t always the wisest in the room,

Fear grows fast, but so can truth if you give it room.

So unplug once in a while, let your own thoughts breathe,

‘Cause a nation can’t heal if nobody wants to think.