This essay examines how Wicked mirrors the spiritual, environmental, and societal decay of the Kali Yugam, revealing how fear, propaganda, and moral ambiguity shape both Oz and our contemporary world. Focusing solely on Act I, it analyzes the Wizard, Madame Morrible, Glinda, and Elphaba to argue that our truest reflection lies not in heroic self-identification but in the uncomfortable parallels between ourselves and the manipulated, complicit Ozians.