SATIRE: "SCREEN SERMON" BY ABDULMALIK YAHYA

It’s seven-eleven!
Time to feed you
With concepts and shots,
With more pixels than Camon Eleven.

I’ll glow you nutrients
That’ll strongly weaken your mind,
Shaping it to dazzle your sight,
Until you marry a screen with no spine:
Just curves and clickbait grins.
Your soul, outsourced
To reels and recycled sins.

Scroll, oh disciple!
Each swipe is a prayer
To gods in glass temples
Who profit from your stare.

Your dreams, now in draft.
Your thoughts, auto-corrected.
You’re trending but lost;
Influenced, but unprotected.

The world: now a caption
Too short for nuance to thrive.
You’re alive for the content,
But is the content alive?

Eat. Post. Repeat.
You're the product,
And the receipt.

©Abdulmalik Yahya (The Punsmith)
-Nigeria

The poem "Screen Sermon" by Abdulmalik Yahya is a satirical critique of social media addiction, using vivid metaphors to portray how screens manipulate and exploit users, reducing nuance and depth in interactions, and turning individuals into products for profit, as evident in lines like "Your soul, outsourced To reels and recycled sins" and "You're the product, And the receipt".