FRAMED

A spineless society claims its might, With echoes of empty convictions, Chanting lies, then painting them white. It builds colossal monuments of blame, Raised upon deception’s foundation, And casts truth in indented frames. It framed history, carving narratives to favor its rule, It framed streets that swallowed innocence whole, It framed parents, planting doubts upon their role. It framed justice, bending verdicts to favor the powerful It framed education, stripping knowledge of its soul. It framed poverty, branding struggle as self-imposed toll. It framed bad company, forcing virtue to wear a scowl. It framed technology, casting progress as a futile goal. Yet, it still pretends to stand. And our silence will not hold it for long.