America where the Poor are tricked to fight the Poor

“Brothers and sisters, welcome to the land of confusion!
Here, we sell division wholesale and unity by the ounce.
The poor are taught to fear the poor,
while the rich sip lattes and laugh behind mirrored glass towers.
We point fingers sideways so we never look up.
But the truth, my children, is this:
your enemy doesn’t live next door — they live upstairs.”

-Pope Of Love

“The Poor Fighting the Poor”

Brothers, sisters, and sacred misfits of America — lend me your open hearts and your unopened bills.

They tricked us, my children. They told us we were free while handing us price tags.
They told us to dream big, but sold us small.
They dressed wolves in red ties and blue ties and said, “Pick your favorite shepherd.”

And oh, how we fought!
We fought our neighbors over scraps that were never meant to feed us.
We fought the wrong war — a war sideways, not upwards.

They whisper in our ears:
“Blame the immigrant, blame the addict, blame the poor.”
But the truth is hiding behind mirrored glass in corner offices, sipping tax breaks like fine wine.

They turned struggle into spectacle, poverty into profit, outrage into ratings.
They made politics a puppet show where both puppets wink at the same hand.

But listen —
We, the tricked, are the majority.
We are the ones who build, who lift, who carry.
And if we ever stopped fighting each other, if we ever looked up at the real cause —
the towers would tremble.

So I say unto you:
Love your brother even if he votes wrong.
Feed your neighbor even if she talks strange.
Because unity is rebellion, and compassion is the greatest revolution.

Amen to that, my holy troublemakers.
Now go out and raise hell — with love.