They’re not launching satellites.
They’re casting digital netting over a dying dream.
Every lift-off is just a new leash,
wrapped in flame and photographed for the feed.
You think they’re reaching the stars.
They’re just installing the cage with better lighting.
Signal in. Thought out.
Blanket the Earth with obedient sky worms.
You don’t need Wi-Fi from space.
You need freedom on land.
But go ahead.
Make a wish on the rocket.
The genie is state-sponsored.