The sonnet portrays wokeness as a deceptive, demonic force that ensnares minds with a sinful, oppressive creed. It describes how this doctrine, loud and zealous, obscures truth and enslaves the free, plunging the world into darkness. Yet, reason and clarity persist, breaking wokeness’ fragile hold and restoring sight to those deceived. The poem concludes with a call to end this orchestrated lie, allowing Christ’s truth to triumph and reclaim freedom.

A shadow falls, where wokeness weaves its snare,
Its garb is sin, not thinly spun, but coarse,
It bends the mind with dogma’s hollow glare,
A demon’s work through mortal tongues perforce.
This wokeness cries with fervor loud and bold,
Yet cloaks the truth in chains of zealous might,
It bids the free to kneel, their spirits sold,
A creed that turns the day to endless night.
But still the dawn of reason holds its flame,
To shatter wokeness’ frail and fleeting frame,
Restoring sight to those it sought to tame.
So let this orchestrated lie be done,
In clarity, its power overrun,
And Christ’s truth reclaim freedom’s place once won.