We chant, “let freedom ring”, yet allow ourselves to be controlled Little do we know Day-by-day, we unknowingly dig ourselves a deeper hole Fooled: media provides valid information Little do we know They choose to feed us the fragmentations Known Knowledge from news, to politics, to education Little do we know The higher authorities only long for dictation Born natural, but nature we choose to ignore Little do we know The future that lies ahead will soon be abhorred So as we lay back and allow media to dictate quietly Little do we know We are slowly, but surely, conforming to a dystopian society
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