Wokery illusion

In the shadows of the truth, I navigate,

Liar’s whispers weave deceitful fates,

Bastards roam with intentions undefined,

A requiem for all the lies intertwined.

Who’s the master and who’s the pawn?

Wokery illusion, it clouds our minds,

With bad intentions that no one finds,

In the ruins of reason, we silently plea,

For a dawn that is true, can we ever be free?

Desperate followers, they follow the blind,

Chained to the echo of a false design,

Maybe tomorrow, will they break the spell?

Genius is dead, can you hear the farewell?

In your world, who is who, can you tell?

Wokery illusion, it clouds our minds,

With bad intentions that no one finds,

In the ruins of reason, we silently plea,

For a dawn that is true, can we ever be free?

In this melancholic haze, hope fades away,

As we mourn for the truth that we can’t portray.