The more we share 

The less we learn 

Judgement and righteousness 

Seeds that burn.

No seeking to understand 

Only confirming to “know”

A bubble of anger

Politics will show.

And what in the end 

Will be shown what’s right 

History takes long

For accuracy to write.

What will you matter?

How many arguments will you win?

What will be in your dash?

To learn when born again.

So many lie to themselves 

In the interest of something to say

And while happiness drifts

They, too, will someday.