Deep in the darkness, they quietly plot,
A shadowy dream, a power cabal.
Pulling the strings of fate,
They are invisible puppeteers who never stop.
Politics twirl in the light of their puppetry,
Economy bend to their concealing force.
Technology marvels at their command,
In their hands, they possess the secrets of medicine.
Religion, a tool,
Used for controlling a devoted soul.
They plot in whispers and plan in silence,
Wielding their power like an awful nightmare.
they cause mayhem in secret and create havoc unseen,
To get more power and rule as the King/Queen.
The world is in chaos, defenseless cry,
While fate’s puppeteers are watching from high.
Can’t we rise and unite?
Get up and fight, to break their grip.
For the greater good, we must struggle.
To break free from their web, to remain alive.
This is a clarion call, a plea,
For a world that values truth and fairness.
To break free from the puppeteer’s grip,
And build a future where all can thrive.
