Unwoken

Let the mites crawl from the dark,
To the light they say,
“I am woke,”
Yet the ignorance will stay,
Raise their hands, fingers fall,
To their keyboards they type
Something obvious,
Their heads swell from the hype,
With confidence and false intelligence,
They smile,
Followers of another social trend,
To fall back asleep in a little while.

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