Beneath their banners, garish and bold, they march in ordered lines,
Their shepherds stumble—falsehoods sold as wisdom’s grand designs.
One goat, misled, will break away and shun the hand once known—
Yet humans, trained to avert their gaze, make every lie their own.

The flock is praised for blind loyalty, for silence tightly kept,
While questions—branded mutiny—are banished, swiftly swept.
Each blunder, crowned as “lesson learned,” ascends to sacred law,
Every warning, once discerned, is drowned out by rapt applause.

The wolves wear suits and speak in codes, their errors redefined,
While those who see the twisted roads are labeled as maligned.
The herd applauds the empty speech, the slogans, and the show,
For comfort lies in what they preach, not in the truths we know.

The animals, with wiser hearts, refuse a second fall,
But humans, bound to scripted parts, will heed the tyrant’s call.
Obedience, a velvet chain, is fastened to the mind,
And those who fight to break the links are left to lead the blind.

The shepherd’s staff is passed along, from fool to greater fool,
And every time the path goes wrong, they praise the broken rule.
The goats would turn and walk away, but people form a line,
To follow where the lost ones stray, dismissing every danger sign.

So let us write with tongues of fire, and let our verses sting,
Expose the lies that men admire, the puppets on a string.
For in the mirror, if we dare, the stark truth will appear:
The emperor stands naked now—his folly plain and clear.

Let language be our barricade, our protest and our plea,
Against the games of masquerade, the cult of apathy.
For only those who break the spell, and question what they’re shown,
Can lift the veil the world has sewn, and see with eyes their own.