(©) 2025 whitemonkey In neon glow as we shuffle through the streets, Our whispers drowned by marching heartbeat drums. Each face a mask hiding our pain, each name a fading sheet, Truth shifts away where silent rubble hums. Through every window, every wire and screen, We feel the weight of something never been. Eyes in the walls, watching every move, they see your doubt, they read your every groove. Words disappear into a black hole, they write new lines to shape our shallow souls. We learn to fear the thoughts we cannot feel or show, The lightest spark of freedom put down so fast. A broken whisper buried deep below, The future’s chained to the echoes of the past. They call for hate in ritual display, Our hearts confined; our souls crushed, no other path, no way. Eyes in the walls, watching every move, they see your doubt, they read your every groove. Words disappear into a black hole, they write new lines to shape our shallow souls. One party, one creed, one voice, one heart on every street, One truth, one lie, one will you can’t defeat. they will try And in the dark of night we dream of distant skies, A world beyond the watchers’ hungry eyes Eyes in the walls, but in our dreams we fly, they cannot touch the spark behind our eyes. Though pages burn and histories die, We’ll light the flame that frees our hidden souls. In silent hope, a rebel heartbeat calls— We’re more than cogs beneath those watching walls. We are humanities last hope.
