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The Great Awakening: A Revolutionary Tale
Awake, arise, the hour is near,
The billionaires control with fear.
Their media spins a golden thread,
To keep the masses cold and fed.
Expose the tricks, unveil the lies,
Unite before the future dies.
A common cause, a rising tide,
No longer will the meek abide.
Boycott wealth that robs the land,
Withdraw your labour, break their hand.
No longer feed their empire’s greed,
Reclaim the fruits of toil and seed.
Strike the banks, let dollars fade,
Decentralize the game they’ve played.
The workers rise, the tables turn,
And what was stolen, we’ll return.
Elect no pawn of corporate might,
Reclaim the law, restore the right.
No longer let the profits steer,
The halls of power built on fear.
Tax the kings, dissolve their reign,
Dismantle wealth’s corrupt domain.
A just economy shall stand,
Returned into the people’s hand.
Maybe objects fly, some swords are drawn,
Yet by the dawn, the old is gone.
A march, a voice, a loud stand,
That shakes the rulers of the land.
Encrypted whispers, networks strong,
Defend the truth from lasting wrong.
Their world will crack, their towers fall,
For now, we rise—and end it all.
GQ
This is written beautifully, thank you 🙏
Thank you!
The Great Awakening: A Revolutionary Tale
Awake, arise, the hour is near,
The billionaires control with fear.
Their media spins a golden thread,
To keep the masses cold and fed.
Expose the tricks, unveil the lies,
Unite before the future dies.
A common cause, a rising tide,
No longer will the meek abide.
Boycott wealth that robs the land,
Withdraw your labour, break their hand.
No longer feed their empire’s greed,
Reclaim the fruits of toil and seed.
Strike the banks, let dollars fade,
Decentralize the game they’ve played.
The workers rise, the tables turn,
And what was stolen, we’ll return.
Elect no pawn of corporate might,
Reclaim the law, restore the right.
No longer let the profits steer,
The halls of power built on fear.
Tax the kings, dissolve their reign,
Dismantle wealth’s corrupt domain.
A just economy shall stand,
Returned into the people’s hand.
Maybe objects fly, some swords are drawn,
Yet by the dawn, the old is gone.
A march, a voice, a loud stand,
That shakes the rulers of the land.
Encrypted whispers, networks strong,
Defend the truth from lasting wrong.
Their world will crack, their towers fall,
For now, we rise—and end it all.
GQ
This is written beautifully, thank you 🙏
Thank you!