This Matrix Poem by Nick F. Hawkins

Contemporary societal habitscreate
Illusions in my cerebral cortex,
This matrix strives from
Sunken theatrics,
If we individually cut ourselves
From the Cloth of alternative fabrics
We can awaken from this
Current status of sleeping
On the universal
Unconscious mattress,
The path to galvanize
As a united truth is to
Love each other out
Of this madness,
We have more power
Then the elite
And their insolence,
We are bigger then
Political diversions and
Digital magnets,
We are alchemist