What We Are Told to Call It

Narrative Reigns!

They say we’re informed,

yet something feels wrong—

not silence, not ignorance,

but words bent just enough

to bruise the truth.

Language no longer mirrors the world;

it molds it.

Law is renamed violence,

order becomes cruelty,

and borders—lines drawn by law—

are now inhumane barbed-wire walls.

Enforcement is brutality.

Restraint is oppression.

Meanwhile, fires glow softly in headlines.

Riots are “mostly peaceful.”

Blood is okay 

As long as it's theirs.

Chaos wears a clean suit.

Blockades are feelings.

Defiance is courage.

Those who shout down churches,

block streets,

or sneer at the law

are crowned “community voices.”

This is not accident.

This is craft.

Whoever names the act

decides the verdict.

Call authority evil

and rebellion becomes holy.

Call law violence

and crime inherits virtue.

The sentence is passed

before the evidence arrives.

The message repeats—

on screens, in print,

in perfect unison—

until doubt feels rude

and questioning sounds dangerous.

Order is suspect.

Stability is feared.

Resistance is praised.

History knows this rhythm!

First, trust is drained.

Police are demons.

Courts are threats.

Borders are sins.

Parents are extremists.

Faith is harm.

Then comes the vacuum—

and disorder always rushes in first.

And when cities empty,

when businesses flee,

when fear replaces neighborly trust,

the architects of collapse

step forward with promises of control,

claiming only more power

can fix the chaos

they carefully unleashed into being.

Isaiah warned us long ago:

when good is called evil,

evil compassion,

truth harm,

and order oppression—

a society has already begun to fall.

Words are not harmless.

They govern before laws do.

A nation ruled by narrative

is ruled without consent.

And the storytellers know

exactly what they are doing.