Wake Up: The Lie We Were Sold
They told us—
This is democracy.
This is freedom.
This is power in your hands.
But the hands that count the votes
aren’t the hands that hold the reins.
They give us ballots like breadcrumbs,
like charity, like consolation prizes,
while the real power sits in backrooms,
behind doors we’re never meant to open.
They say, “Speak your mind.”
But only in a whisper.
Only when it doesn’t shake the foundation.
They keep us asleep.
Drip-feed us headlines,
sell us the illusion,
teach us to cheer for the show
but never question the stage.
The rules were written before we arrived—
we were born into the script,
taught to memorize our lines:
Sit down. Shut up. Vote.
And then? Wait.
Wait for change that never comes,
for justice that never lands,
for a system built on bones
to suddenly grow a conscience.
But power doesn’t listen.
Power bends only when forced.
So tell me—
How long will we settle for shadows,
when we could burn down the cave?
How long will we worship symbols,
when we deserve the substance?
How long will we call this democracy,
when the people have never ruled?
The lie was never real—
but it can be.
If we wake up.
If we rise up.
If we tear down the myth and build the truth.
No more waiting.
No more whispers.
No more chains disguised as choice.
They told us this was democracy.
Let’s make them right.