We’ve retreated to our corners, digging our heels into our opinions.
We ready our scripts for a fight
to prove we are right.
We seek approval and justification of our side solely from those who read the very same lines.
These are the golden awards we receive; having the most people who agree with us surrounding us.
We hold pep rallies and rejoice in our common mind.
We rest in the comfort of being surrounded by an army of people who won’t question.
We must be right because that guy with the YouTube channel says so. We share it and feel the ego boost because of that guy.
We dismiss any questions.
We mock any disagreement.
We label any conflict as negative or uneducated.
We ready for battle to squelch discussion.
We shrink with bitter wounds because of what someone interjected.
We slaughter the opposition by plugging our ears and throwing words of mud to label them.
We are weak
because we won’t listen.
We are weakened
because battle-lines shatter community.
And we lose our footing as we fear the challenge of opposing thought. So we conveniently vilify views.
Our arguments cemented- only practiced to slay the opponent- fall flat at our avoidance of the stretching of our minds. Our opinions are meant to be heard not challenged. Our minds are meant to be made up.
Learning is shunned because of our rightness.
Transformation and unity are words of ages gone by. They are the dead religions of the past. Communication is only fruitful when everyone at the table agrees.
These are the days the discourse died.
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