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No higher power runs this show, 
Just people choosing where we go. 
The ones with wealth, the ones with sway, 
They shape the world we live today.

But they don’t lead with open eyes, 
They lead with fear that multiplies. 
They see the poor and feel the dread, 
Of falling down from where they’re fed.

They live in mansions, walk in grace, 
But fear the shadows near their place. 
They fear the crime, the loss, the fall, 
They fear their kids behind the wall.

So they hire guards, they hire minds, 
To make their wealth grow through the grind. 
They hire Managers, sharp and cold, 
To squeeze the system, break the mold.

The Managers push, they cut, they trim, 
They chase the edge, they play to win. 
They glimpse the life the rich enjoy, 
But fear the fall, the loss, the ploy.

They fear the wolf that’s close behind, 
So they oppress to stay aligned. 
They drop the wages, cut the crew, 
And crush the ones who struggle through.

This is the loop that drives the pain, 
The rich get rich, the poor remain. 
Not ‘cause fate or cosmic law, 
But fear that claws behind the jaw.

Each generation builds the cage, 
Repeats the fear, repeats the rage. 
No vision, just a shrinking view, 
Of how to stay above the stew.

But here’s the truth they never teach: 
There’s no fixed rule, no outer reach. 
No force decides how we must live, 
It’s just the path we choose to give.

Human minds are built to bend, 
To shape, to build, to re-extend. 
We can design a better way, 
If we let vision lead the play.

We can live in joy, in flow, in grace, 
We can build a brand new space. 
Tech can serve, not just enslave, 
If vision leads, not fear engraved.

We can choose to rise, not run, 
To build a world that shines like sun. 
But first we name the ghost within— 
The fear that drives the world we’re in.

The lords of land, they missed the shift, 
Industrial rise, the power lift. 
They clung to gold, ignored the steel, 
And lost their grip on what was real.

Today it’s TNCs in play, 
Hotfooting deals from bay to bay. 
They squeeze the fruit, they drain the core, 
To feed the beast and chase the score.

But they could pivot, they could see, 
The path to peace, the way to be. 
We are the people—make it known, 
Demand a future we can own.

Demand the dream, demand the tour, 
Of space and stars and something more. 
Help them see, help them decide, 
To chase the goal, not run and hide.

Choose Vision

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