Minions of Enlightenment

... Verse 1: Oh, the minions march, so proud, so woke, Claiming truth as if bespoke. They sneer at "zombies," call them blind, While shackled souls march, unaligned. You’ve traded freedom for the guise, Of “enlightened thought” and “opened eyes.” But can’t you see, oh mighty sage, You’re trapped within another cage? Chorus: Minions of enlightenment, so loud and so sure, Guardians of a truth that feels so impure. You preach rebellion, but conform in disguise, A soldier of the system you claim to despise. Verse 2: They speak of "awareness," of breaking free, Yet serve the Matrix willingly. With angry fingers, they point and blame, Calling others sheep, yet play the same game. For in their fight to prove their worth, They trample those who toil in the earth. The simple folk, the marginalized, Dismissed, insulted, dehumanized. Chorus: Minions of enlightenment, so loud and so sure, Guardians of a truth that feels so impure. You preach rebellion, but conform in disguise, A soldier of the system you claim to despise. Bridge: Your “reality” is just a screen, A gilded cage where none are seen. You fight for freedom with chains in hand, Planting fences on open land. Verse 3: So here’s a call to break the spell, To truly see, to think, rebel. Not with slogans or a script to recite, But with open hearts and clearer sight. Unplug, unwind, let thoughts unfold, Seek no master, be bold, be whole. For true enlightenment can’t be sold, It’s the courage to question what you’re told. Final Chorus: Minions of enlightenment, so loud and so sure, Drop the dogma, seek something pure. The truth’s not yours, nor theirs to decide, It lives in the cracks where free minds reside.