The Algorithm of Unrest

The Algorithm of Unrest

The feeds are all humming, the data is fed,

A million opinions on everything said.

We lock into screens just to look for a sign,

But empathy's trapped in a digital line.

The weight of the world is a scroll and a click,

The outrage is fast, but the healing is thick.

We carry the history, heavy and deep,

While the promises made are the promises cheap.

And the static hums a familiar tune...

While we wait for the tide under a blood-orange moon.

The system keeps moving while the headlines freeze,

We’re fighting a fever but ignoring the disease.

They broadcast the chaos to fill up the screen,

But cut to commercial before the truth can be seen.

Yeah, the clock is still ticking, the pressure is high,

We’re looking for ground under an overlapping sky.

The borders are lines that we draw in the dirt,

But currency travels right over the hurt.

The climate is shifting, the waters will rise,

While the boardrooms are looking at corporate prize.

It’s automated futures and old-fashioned greed,

A harvest of wants when there’s millions in need.

But voices are rising from pavements and blocks,

A rhythm that’s louder than tickers and stocks.

And the static hums a familiar tune...

While we wait for the tide under a blood-orange moon.

The system keeps moving while the headlines freeze,

We’re fighting a fever but ignoring the disease.

They broadcast the chaos to fill up the screen,

But cut to commercial before the truth can be seen.

Yeah, the clock is still ticking, the pressure is high,

We’re looking for ground under an overlapping sky.

You can’t put a fire out using the smoke,

You can’t feed a hunger by passing a joke.

The truth isn't whispered, it's starting to shout,

From the inside of history, working its way out!

Turn off the glare...

Look at who's there...

Past the noise of the screen.

What does solidarity mean?