Our hands were tied — while flags were raised. Borders sharpened — minds erased. Truth bent, fear fed, Marching boots echo what history said. Locked down minds, steel-eyed rule, One flag, one race, one national school. March in line, obey the code, Differences crushed on a narrow road. Enemies named by a voice on screen, Power drips down in a quiet machine. History scrubbed, books replaced — Uniform thoughts, dissent erased. Every move logged, every breath traced, Privacy's dead, silence replaced. Eyes in walls, ears in phones, All our secrets — state-owned bones. Smart homes spy, cameras lie, Truth’s now fed through an AI eye. Speech is filtered, steps are known, You're never alone when you're alone. No grand design... Just gears turning, unchecked, aligned. No master plan... Just systems stacked by golden hands. No single name... As long as interests are protected. No guiding mind... Just profit paths they left behind. And now — These fragile states, these glass-built thrones, Face floods, fires, cracking bones. Borders quake as millions flee — But walls still rise from sea to sea. Heatwaves hit, soil goes dry, Skies collapse, rivers die. Storms redraw where humans live — But there's no land left to give. And those who run are turned away, By iron fists in lands of grey. Barbed wire wrapped in red, white, blue, This doom was made for me and you. Famine spreads, the water’s low, Pipelines guarded, markets grow. Nations twitch with hungry eyes, Diplomats lie while a soldier dies. Lines are drawn in desert sand, Peace erased by a greedy hand. From boardrooms cold to war zone heat, They'll trade your death to stay elite. This is the final breath before collapse. The last flash before the dark. We’ve watched. Waited. Obeyed. But now — Rise from the ruins of silence. Tear down the logic of theft. We are more than cogs and borders. We are the scream before the storm. The path bends still — If we dare to break the wheel.
