26/04/2026
âAwake Nowâ
You liked us better when we didnât look up,
Heads in the bassline, plastic cups up,
Laughing through lectures, skipping the news,
Too busy living to question your views.
We were your quiet â your comfortable crowd,
Background noise, never thinking too loud,
Feet at your table, feeding the game,
Signing our futures without knowing your names.
You called us reckless, soft, and naive,
While cashing the trust we forgot to retrieve,
We numbed out the pressure, danced through the strain,
Turned pain into parties, loss into flame.
Didnât clock wars or the deals in the dark,
Didnât trace money or follow the spark,
Didnât ask why every system felt bent â
We just kept coping⌠and called it âcontent.â
You loved that version â pliable, sweet,
Lambs in the pasture that stayed at your feet,
Too overwhelmed to question the cost,
Too disconnected to notice the loss.
But something shifted â a crack in the screen,
Truth started leaking through places unseen,
We paused the music, we lifted our heads,
Started connecting the dots that you spread.
Now weâre awake â and itâs not so fun,
Seeing the damage thatâs already done,
Reading the fine print, tracing the thread,
Hearing the things that were never said.
We learned your language, we studied your tone,
Not from your speeches â from cracks in the stone,
From lived experience, pressure, and strain,
From trying to build while you played your game.
You donât like this â this version of us,
Less easy to lead, less willing to trust,
Weâre not your silence, weâre not your disguise,
Weâre the generation that finally challenges your lies.
Not perfect, not polished â but painfully clear,
We see the systems, we feel the fear,
And while you debate what youâll never repair,
Weâre here in the aftermath⌠and we actually care.
You fed on our distance, our lack of demand,
Now weâre informed â and we understand,
You didnât expect us to sharpen our sightâŚ
But lambs grow teeth when they wake to the light.
The âsheepleâ are awake now and willing to fight.
