While the world scrolled.
While fingers danced across glowing screens, eyes glazed in the blue light of mindless amusement, and headlines about feuds between rappers, celebrity divorces, and viral dances consumed the attention of millions—the plot was lost.
Responsibility was traded for reaction videos.
Duty drowned in the sea of digital illusions.
News became noise.
Entertainment became religion.
And in this cathedral of distraction, the people worshipped passively, outsourcing thought and truth for dopamine.
The tragedy wasn't just what they consumed—it was what they forgot.
The truth. The power of awareness. The weight of citizenship.
While they debated who dropped the better verse in a rap beef, decisions that would shape their children's futures were being signed in rooms they would never see.
The poor, ever faithful to the opium of the now, laughed while being robbed.
And the rich—oh, they smiled. Because ignorance was more profitable than gold.
