We pledge allegiance to a mask,
Painted smiles behind each task,
They sell us truth wrapped up in lies,
And call it freedom in disguise.
The ballot box, a scripted play,
Where choices vanish day by day,
A stage of puppets, strings held tight,
No dawn will rise from such a night.
They speak of rights and speak of peace,
While justice begs for one release,
The chains are soft, the walls unseen,
A cage that hums a lullaby dream.
Democracy — a word they sell,
A fragile mask for man-made hell,
And when you question, when you cry,
They brand you mad, or let you die.
They build empires from our pain,
And wash their hands in common rain,
With every w*r they start and feed,
They sell the cure for what we bleed.
Human rights — a hollow phrase,
Just smoke to hide the power plays,
Another product, stamped and sold,
While silence buys what truth once told.
Behind the veil, the shadows plan,
A world designed by broken man,
They write the laws then break them too,
And call that order something true.
But truth was never meant to kneel,
Nor justice forged from cold, hard steel.
The real revolt begins with thought,
With every soul that can’t be bought.
So rise — not fists, but minds awake,
And see the world they try to fake,
The time is now, the veil is thin,
Break the lie, and let truth in.
