A Symphony of Rebellion

We live within a lifeless metropolis, Where corporations prance in the stream of time, Their gaping mouths reciting shallow verse, While Freedom’s statue weeps in lonely midnight. Gargantuan flags ripple and unfurl, Announcing a surge of ominous design, A swelling tide of nefarious purpose, That stains the air with ill intent’s malign. Concrete streets echo with hollow footfalls, As souls trudge through the mire of monotony, Blind to the puppeteers pulling their strings, Lost in the dance of mass conformity. The world breathes a toxic atmosphere, Where greed is worshipped as a deity, And progress is measured in dollar signs, While empathy fades into obscurity. Yet amidst this wasteland, a flicker remains, The spark of hope in eyes that dare to see, The rebel voices, whispers in the night, Yearning for change, for a future yet to be. I weave my words into verses untamed, An epic of truth, resistance defined, For even in this dead world’s ‘s cold embrace, The fire of rebellion forever shines.