D-DAY (We Didn't Learn Shit)

They landed with shaking hands and blood in their teeth

Now you film your breakfast and call it resistance

They faced fire. You post feelings.

They screamed. You scroll.

They crawled through the mud so you could sit clean

Now you're hashtag crying on a sponsored screen

Your granddad watched his best friend burn

You whine when the wifi takes a wrong turn

Your nails are painted like a protest sign

But you'd run if shit got real - don't lie

We buried real men with real wounds

And you sell trauma in cute cartoon tunes

We used to storm the beach for something real

Now you storm out because someone hurt your "feel"

You quote revolution in a cotton tee

Made by slaves for your online identity

Your feed's a fucking battlefield of fake

Where no one bleeds, but everyone breaks

You're overdosed on curated rage

With no clue what it means to feel the cage

This isn't progress. This is paint on a tomb

This isn't awareness - it's just costume

You say you care, but you don't carry shit

Your empathy's rented. Your pain is lit.

They died with fire in their lungs

You repost facts like bullets from your thumbs

You want the medal, not the mess

You want the win, but never the stress

We are the ghosts they tried to hide

We remember the blood they tried to sanitize

D-Day's not a post. It's a scream in the dark

You buried it under your branding marks

You didn't learn. You didn't even stay

You turned the battlefield into a runway

You tattoo their sacrifice on your feed

While sipping chai in curated grief

You speak of war, but you've never fought

Not even for yourself - not even a thought

You film yourself crying in your dad's SUV

Say you're broken. But what does that mean?

You were handed more than they ever had

And you still treat comfort like it's something bad

Raise your voice - just not too loud

Raise awareness - just don't leave the crowd

Hold a sign. Then take a nap

Call it change, post a recap

They left parts of themselves in the dirt

You left your soul in your Google alerts

They screamed for help in languages lost

You scream online when shipping costs

We are not your scripted pain

We are the flood behind your rain

D-Day was horror, not performance

It was fear, not a "brand importance"

You didn't inherit their strength - you sold it

You wore their names, but never held it

You walk through museums in heels and pride

But you never hear the silence inside

Their stories rot beneath glass and plaque

While you perfect your selfie with the Union Jack

You're not rebels. You're just dressed up

Sipping latte rage from a plastic cup

You want the badge without the bruise

You want the quote, not the fucking truth

This isn't peace - just silence rebranded

This isn't freedom - just chains left handed

They gave their lives. You gave your likes.

And now we rot... while you swipe.