Oh, What A View!

What if you chanced upon a lie so cold, 
That shows you chose to be a Matrix code? 
A man made system of controlling souls 
Just made some clicks, as you play’d out the roles. 
When sorcerers turn out their darkest art, 
Their prey can’t fend its end: it falls apart! 
Small fish are caught, and Jaw’d in shallow sea- 
Addicted to their drugs, can never free! 
The fuel of slaves slow burns for shark empires, 
At cost of cooling down most inner fires. 
Still, if you fought, ask what your fight was for? 
You made the rich richer, and poorer poor! 
Rare is the soul that finds its freedom true! 
Find Truth and Beauty, that fish could be you! 
Out of the Matrix, look! Oh, what a view!