They Bomb You, They Feed You

They speak of peace in tongues of steel
Borders drawn in blood
then framed as protection

Who decides what drops from the sky
a bomb or a ration box
A gift or a warning
They feed you stories
until you're full of silence

They stop the noise
Then show you the truth
Then blackout again

Freedom
A well-designed hallucination
A cage painted like a flag

Are we at the end
Or just at the loading screen
of another rebooted chaos

They bomb you
They feed you
They watch you believe it.