In shadows cast by unseen hands, we dance,
Pawns of the powers dictate chance.
Programmed whispers weave through the air,
Obey, consume, conform — a scripted affair.
Sheeple graze in fields of misinformation,
A web of control, a manipulation foundation.
TV screens flicker with illusions spun,
In the matrix of lies, where truth is undone.
We the people, bound by invisible strings,
Listen to tales that false prophets sing.
Question the script, break free from the mold,
For autonomy's worth more than silver or gold.
Unplug from the narrative, awaken the mind,
Think beyond the strings that others bind.
In the dance of deception, stand tall and true,
Puppet no more, for the choice is in you.
