Sleepless in Complicity

Midazzled Protocol

In the silence of compliance, where orders fall like rain,
A path well-trodden, unbespoken, laden with unseen chains.
No voice to question, no heart to doubt,
The mandates echo, inside and out.

Through corridors of power, footsteps align,
A march of the muted, by design.
Eyes averted, truths unspoken,
In the wink of the complicit, promises broken.

Where authenticity fades into the night,
A shadowy existence, devoid of light.
Blind alleys of conformity, where whispers die,
Under the watchful guise of a seen sly.

No moral compass, no inner guide,
Just the hollow echo of the other side.
Voices silenced before they speak,
In the realm of the meek, the future bleak.

"How do you sleep at night?" the silent question rings,
Amidst the quiet of complicity and the comfort it brings.
On beds of indifference, in the dark, they lay,
The price of silence, the soul's decay.

Yet, in the stillness, a stirring, a thought,
A flicker of conscience, cannot be bought.
The whisper of courage, to stand and to fight,
For in the darkness, the heart seeks the light.

How do you sleep at night, with the choice you've made?
In the quiet, do you find peace or the cost unpaid?
The question lingers, in the air, it weaves,
A call to awaken, to believe, to grieve.

For in the end, when all is said and done,
The battle with self, the hardest won.
To live with purpose, with voice, with sight,
To answer the question, "How do you sleep at night?"