Slammeurs Fédérateurs

The Eye of the Lynx

Slam by Givenn

The storm swells in the sky saturated with screens.

Reality fades, drowned in a cloud of clicks.

We share, we transfer, we amplify, without restraint.

And peace wavers under the weight of our own actions.

We are living in an era where the false imposes itself as truth.

Each piece of content relayed without conscience becomes a crack in the common wall.

In the Great Lakes, in the alleys, in the digital squares.