Never expect a hand to lift you,
Never expect a soul to save you.
The only one who truly cares,
Is the face staring back in the mirror.
People wear masks, not hearts,
They whisper tales, not truth.
They feed us words they wish were real, Yet hide the world as it is.
They taught us to kneel before leaders,
To follow, to trust, to obey.
They said he stands awake for us,
A guardian, willing to give his life.
But it was never true.
All of it, lies.
When the city shakes, they hush our fears,
Whisper, stay calm, all is well.
They keep the truth locked away,
So se never dare to choose our fate.
But when the storm breaks, where are they?
When rebels march, where do they run?
First to flee, first to hide,
Leaving us behind in the dark.
Luc M. The name unchained by illusion.
