All are aligned in the fishing net—
Big fishes, small fishes, none forget.
Everyone is the master, none a guest;
Status fades, all face the test.

All ignorants are deemed so right,
While wisdom hides from blinding sight.
We cheer the followers, loud and bright,
And crown the echo as guiding light.

The loudest wins the very first bout—
No depth, just volume, wears the clout.
Who will cope in such a fight,
If you must make the crooked right?

Everyone’s here, caught in the net—
Scrollers, thinkers, none to forget.
From peasants’ cries to royals’ regrets,
Even the king has an outlet.

All are trapped in threads unseen,
A world of masks, of filtered screens.
Truth is tangled, wisdom’s reset—
Noise is loud, but minds forget.

Fame and folly dine as friends,
Followers count, but thought descends.
In this web where power bends,
The net connects… and never ends.

by Murithadoh Abdullahi Akorede