They told us progress had a future, They told us everything would change, That machines would make us freer, That tomorrow would erase our pain. But somewhere underneath the promise, Someone started drawing lines, One side counting all the riches, One side counting borrowed time. They built the towers higher, Then they built the gates below, And called it modernization When they told us where to go. They gave the crown to algorithms, Gave the keys to those who own, And slowly turned the human being Into a number in a throne. **They want a two-tier world, The haves and have-nots below, A kingdom made of algorithms Where only shareholders know. They'll call it artificial freedom, They'll call the cage a choice, But I'll remember what a human is Before the machines become our voice.** They're building cities made of data, Every heartbeat measured out, Predicting what we'll buy tomorrow, Predicting what we'll think about. The wealthy buy the future, The powerless rent the past, And every year the ladder loses Another rung beneath our grasp. But I don't want a world Where wealth decides your worth. I don't want a machine to tell me What a human life is worth. I don't want the poor forgotten While the powerful ascend, And I don't want technology To become our final end. **So let the revolution begin— Not with fire in the street, But with people standing together Saying, "You will not own me." Not a revolution of destruction, But a revolution of the mind, Where human dignity is something No machine can redefine.** You can automate the factory. You can automate the trade. You can build a thousand systems That calculate the plans you've made. But you cannot automate compassion. You cannot manufacture soul. You cannot turn a human conscience Into a number you control. And if artificial intelligence Becomes the kingdom's new throne, Who decides who gets the future? Who decides who gets to own? Will the people have a voice there, Or will the architects decide That some are meant to serve forever While the chosen live inside? **They want a two-tier world, But we don't have to play the part. They can own the infrastructure, But they cannot own the heart. They can write the algorithms, They can calculate the cost, But they cannot tell a mother That her child is simply lost.** I don't want their perfect future If perfection means control. I don't want their endless system If it comes without a soul. Give me imperfect human freedom, Give me neighbors helping neighbors, Give me people who can question Every system built around them. Because history has seen this story Wear a thousand different names: Someone promises salvation Then demands complete obedience in exchange. A new machine can wear old chains, A new empire can wear new clothes, And the greatest danger isn't progress— **It's forgetting who controls the code.** So this is our revolution: Think. Question. Build. Create. Refuse to let another person Decide what you're worth by your place. Don't worship wealth. Don't worship machines. Don't worship power. Don't surrender the human soul For the promise of convenience. **And if they build a world of two, Let us build a world of many. Where the future isn't purchased By the richest few already ready. Where intelligence serves humanity, Where technology serves the weak, Where nobody is disposable And every human voice can speak.** The oligarchs can keep their towers. The algorithms can keep their throne. But the future isn't theirs alone. **The future belongs to everyone.** And when the machines ask, *"What is a human worth?"* Let the whole world answer: **"More than you can calculate."**
