The Unyielding Voice

Blind devotees march in a trance,
Whispers shape minds, molded with cues,
Unseen puppeteers, their strings hold sway,
Minds entangled, careless of the fall,
Timid souls tread, follow the herd,
Truth concealed, in masses stirred.

Amidst the clamor, a lone dissent,
Challenging the noise, dispelling the call.

A solitary voice, bold and clear,
A plea for reason, a voice unbent.