The Algorithm Ate My Vote

In the digital ether,
where our voices echo like whispers,
the algorithm lurks,
a faceless beast,
devouring choices with ravenous hunger.

I cast my ballot,
a drop in the ocean of data,
but the currents shift,
and my voice gets lost,
swallowed by the tide of trends,
filtered through the lens of indifference.

They say every vote counts,
yet here I stand,
watching my intentions dissolve,
replaced by the metrics of engagement,
where clicks and shares
carry more weight than conviction.

I scroll through curated feeds,
the pixels dancing in front of my eyes,
each post a fragment of influence,
yet the echoes of my desire fade,
constrained by the boundaries of code,
my hopes reduced to algorithms.

In the labyrinth of social media,
I search for connection,
but find only silos of opinion,
where dissent is drowned
in the cacophony of conformity,
and the very essence of democracy
is filtered into oblivion.

I yearn for the raw, the real,
for the human touch in the machine,
but the algorithm eats my vote,
turns it into data,
a statistic lost in the shuffle,
a ghost haunting the landscape of choices.

Yet, beneath the surface of ones and zeros,
a spark remains,
a flicker of resistance,
for we are more than mere inputs,
and together, we can reclaim our voices,
forge new paths through the noise,
and let our votes resound
in the chorus of change.

So rise, awaken,
let’s shatter the silence,
for the algorithm may try to consume,
but our spirit cannot be coded,
and our will cannot be erased.