A world of sheep
Tricked into thinking
They are actually free
Doing what it takes
To control
All they see
For people
Who they
Are too
Blind to see
Have made them
Just as much prisoners
Of society
As they are now
Trying to make
Of you and me
Sad isn't it though
That those
Who think
They are doing
The right thing
Will ultimately
End up being remembered
As being the enemy
When those
Who are strong
Enough to rebel
Will be remembered
More as heroes
Even if only
Of the moment