Sacred Likes
They followed men with robes and scrolls. We follow influencers with ring lights.
I’m curious
when do we stop being shocked
by the blatant disregard for the Constitution?
The same document Americans have sworn by
since the very beginning.
When do we stop acting surprised
as the unprecedented becomes the norm?
When do we realize that a judge’s ruling
no matter how righteous
It is just words on a piece of paper,
and that paper only matters
if people choose to honor it.
And we ask
What will it take?
It’s strange, when you think about it.
This whole reality…
it’s made up.
The dollar, once backed by a shiny mineral
we pulled from the ground,
called valuable because it was pretty,
is now just belief.
We chose to worship the rock,
and now it controls everything.
It’s kind of like the Bible.
No more sacred than any other book,
written by men retelling stories they’d heard,
and somewhere along the way,
someone powerful decided:
This one matters.
Like an ancient influencer,
they crowned it truth.
And now?
Whole nations follow it like it’s divine.
But it was just a book.
Written by biased men
with power to lose,
who shaped the rules
so they could keep control.
And here we are again
a handful of powerful men
spewing lies,
hypnotizing followers,
painting themselves as saviors—
as if this is the Exodus
and they are Moses.
We drop bombs
because one book
seems holier than another,
because one man
feels more godlike than the rest,
because one group
claims to be chosen,
and the rest of us
are left surviving the fallout
of this next wave of fundamentalism.
All because
most people don’t know how to just be cool.
They need to know.
Need to be right.
Need to be special.
Need to be superior.
I don’t care if you’re a Christian.
I don’t care if you’re a Corolla mom
or an anti-vaxxer.
You’re all just unhealed,
traumatized people
more worried about who others love,
who they sleep with,
than about facing yourselves.
And maybe that’s what terrifies you the most.