The Choir of One

Poetry & Prose by Britt Wolfe

I am the freethinker.
I am the awakened.
I did my own research.
I saw the video before they took it down.

I am not like the others.
I am not fooled.
I am not emotional.
I just tell it like it is.

I don’t trust the media—
unless it agrees with me.
I don’t believe in indoctrination—
except the gospel of my own reflection.

I am not part of a movement.
I am not one of them.
I am a lone voice shouting truth
into a crowd that sounds exactly like me.

I share because I care.
I post because I see.
I rage because I’m right.
I rage because I’m right.
I rage because I’m right.

We are the individuals.
We are the majority.
We are the silenced, shouting.
We are the ones who see the whole picture
through the smallest possible window.

We speak of freedom—
bound by the same talking points.
We chant of thinking for ourselves—
reciting the same six sentences
learned from men who sell supplements and fear.

We call it reason.
We call it logic.
We call it research.
We call it truth.
We call it truth.
We call it truth.

Our language is a hymnbook of hashtags.
Our gospel scrolls in loops of certainty.
Our faith is the algorithm,
its light endless, its warmth conditional.

We have never met,
but we sound identical—
a harmony of heresy
composed entirely of mirrors.

We believe in questioning everything—
except ourselves.
We mistake echo for evidence,
chorus for clarity.

And when the silence finally comes,
when no one is left to disagree,
we will call it peace.
We will call it victory.
We will call it free thought.
And the feed will hum its approval,
singing us back to sleep—
a choir of one.

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