"Are we the FUCKING joke?"💣

A Final Warning to a World That Forgot How to Care...

Dear Readers,

Let me say it loud and clear,

This isn’t poetry.
This isn’t a TikTok.
This isn’t a blog for likes.
This is a goddamn scream.

A funeral for empathy.
A war cry for the broken.
A middle finger to a world that scrolls through suffering like it’s entertainment.

Because here’s the truth: We are the fucking joke!!!

People out there said…

Fat people? A joke.
The homeless? A punchline.
People dying of cancer? “Sad story, but hey, next reel please.”
Mental illness? Depression? Suicide?
Great content. Share it. Add sad music. Get some views.

We post videos giving food to the poor and think we’re saints.
But what about the day after?

What happens when the camera’s off, the comments stop, and that same person is still starving?

One meal isn’t mercy.
It’s maintenance for your ego.
You want to help?
Give them a job. A bed. A therapist. A fucking future.

You want real?

People are being alienated from their own children.
Parents are watching their sons and daughters be turned against them, emotionally manipulated, and poisoned with lies.
Parental alienation is abuse.
It’s psychological warfare.
It destroys the core of families. And no one dares talk about it.

You know what else gets ignored?

War.

We post flags.
We pretend to care.

But aren’t you worried about the people you love who are sent off to fight?
Aren’t you scared they might not come home?
Or worse, that they’ll come home in a box?

While families are being ripped apart,
while mothers fall asleep crying into uniforms,
while fathers pray they don’t get that call,
the world is busy sharing thirst traps and dance challenges.

This is a godless numbness we’ve allowed to grow.
We’ve abandoned truth.
We’ve abandoned compassion.

We’ve abandoned each other.

Children are being abused in silence.
Doctors give up on patients like they’re inconveniences.
People suffering from cancer are told, “There’s nothing more we can do.”
And all around them,
the world laughs.

I live alone.
And when I go to sleep at night, I don’t know if I’ll wake up.
But when I do, I say:
Thank You, God.

Because He is the only one still watching us.
He hasn’t scrolled past.
He hasn’t unfollowed.
He hasn’t looked away from the homeless, the sick, the broken, or the forgotten.

And if you're wondering why I still hold on,
It's because I believe there’s still a shred of goodness in this world,
and I believe God wants us to fight for it.

But we’re not.

We pay for porn, but not for purpose.
We subscribe to tongues and asses, but not to writers who pour their pain into truth.
We spend money on fantasies while reality starves.

We’ve become addicted to noise, allergic to meaning.
We cry over slow Wi-Fi while kids cry over empty plates.

We praise influencers and ignore cancer patients.
We celebrate mental health on World Suicide Day,
then ignore our friends when they actually need us.

We scroll past the suffering.
We scroll past the dying.
We scroll past the truth.

And for what?

Followers?
Clout?
The illusion of mattering?

You want to matter?

Show up.
Speak out.
Kneel and pray for the world you’re destroying.

Because of this chaos? This world?
It’s burning.
We are closer to extinction than we think.

We are losing our humanity.

And I’m fucking tired of pretending everything’s okay.

So yeah,
We are the joke.
But we don’t have to be the punchline.

We can still remember what love feels like.
What God’s presence feels like.
What does it mean to be human?

But we have to choose.

Right here.
Right now.

Before we’re the generation that killed everything with a smile and a share button.

JacobM
A man. Not your content. Not your clickbait. Not your joke.
Just someone who still gives a damn,
and still believes that God hasn’t given up on us. Even if we’ve given up on each other.

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