Woke

We stood on moral high grounds,
Self-righteous and conceited.
Meticulous and precise, we judge,
Like a hangman we execute doom.

No mercy to those who oppose us.
Blinded in the mirror to our flaws,
We believe our values noble and just.
We force our values onto the crowd.

We name ourselves woke,
Yet our minds remain asleep.
Closed to other opinions,
We dominate the streets.

Repeating all our words,
No other thoughts allowed.
Yes, self-righteous and conceited,
We stood on moral high grounds.