26/04/2026
“Awake Now”
You liked us better when we didn’t 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 — 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.
Didn’t clock wars or the deals in the dark,
Didn’t trace money or follow the spark,
Didn’t ask why every system felt bent —
We just kept coping… and called it “content.”
You loved that version — 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 — 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 we’re awake — and it’s not so fun,
Seeing the damage that’s 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 — from cracks in the stone,
From lived experience, pressure, and strain,
From trying to build while you played your game.
You don’t like this — this version of us,
Less easy to lead, less willing to trust,
We’re not your silence, we’re not your disguise,
We’re the generation that finally challenges your lies.
Not perfect, not polished — but painfully clear,
We see the systems, we feel the fear,
And while you debate what you’ll never repair,
We’re here in the aftermath… and we actually care.
You fed on our distance, our lack of demand,
Now we’re informed — and we understand,
You didn’t expect us to sharpen our sight…
But lambs grow teeth when they wake to the light.
The “sheeple” are awake now and willing to fight.
