Plato me this.

It's never hurt me to believe
that I can't give up on my dreams.
Triumph on a grander scale,
with motives not so typical.

Ask who would dictate global fates.
The corporate entertainment parades?
The stadiums of wasted dreams?
Hollow shells of reckless memes?

Statistically the odds are great,
you'll find a niche to celebrate
to defend lapse in chemistry.
Sure we can ignore the world for just a lifetime more.

Though, options careen into view
if you look up from what you're doing
there in the trenches of pawn-ship Babylon.

Don't line up for the spoon fed fiction,
or this ordo ab chao infliction.
Let's bring the dais crashing down,
scrap the metal, seed the ground.
Forgetting not the nature of the cause.
Our crying host of earth and air has not.