This poem explores themes of societal change, freedom, and the complexities of global perspectives. It is a personal reflection on the awakening process, not an assertion of absolute truths.

As I sit and ponder my last dream,
Swirls inside “Echoes of an Awakening”.
The night has dawned on shifting tides;
Behind the emerald shroud, the wizard hides.

In darkness, power stirs unseen,
A phantom cloaked in veils of green.
It dances through a shadowed gleam,
Entwined within a masked regime.

The pulse of the world, in flashes and light,
A flicker of freedom—quelled by the night.
Who writes the rules, who bends our fate?
Echoes of control reverberate.

Deceitful tongues with crooked hands,
To bend our will at their command.
As wheels of thought begin to turn,
They hush our voices with fake concern.

These echoes ripple through the air,
A whispered creed, a veiled despair.
They twist the truth, obscure the skies,
And mask the world in crafted lies.

Yet in the depths, a murmur grows,
A voice to challenge all it knows.
As tides of truth push and pull,
Eroding empires from their hull.

Their ivory towers begin to crumble,
From waves of truth, quake and grumble.
Exposing eons of hypocrisy
Reveals a vast empty fallacy.

Immense systems they fought to build
From our blood and tears, with no guilt.
A gilded facade of power and control
Hollow within, crafted with no soul.

Their iron fist they squeeze in glee
Yet through the cracks, we now can see.
The scales of justice lose their blind,
And now we see the ties that bind.

From the food we eat to the air we breathe,
They’ve shaped our world before we teethe.
They taint our food, corrupt our minds,
And peddle cures of toxic kinds.

A vicious cycle, well-designed,
To keep us bound; a mindless grind.
They rigged the game to seize the crown
Professing to save us, as we drown.

A festering wound they long have sown,
Yet our future need not be their throne.
Against the fist, our power combines;
Our voices rise, our strength aligns.

With steadfast will, we force it wide,
And let the light of truth inside.
As they lose their stifling hold
Resistance rises, fierce and bold.

Note: The author does not condone violence and advocates for change through peaceful and constructive means.