In this history

Curtains of smoke...

But his eyes can’t disguise—

a lawless soul.

Cold.

Unkind.

Unwise.

History echoes

while Orwell sleeps.

The past repeats

in the silence it keeps.

In this history...

the past returns to call.

Tariffs starve the masses—

the same whose names

they disgrace:

of history’s queer, BIPOC, and displaced—

erased.

Doublethink festers,

and truth is replaced.

Gerrymandering sharpens—

a blade in disguise.

Voices suppressed

beneath patriotic lies.

History’s corpse

is dressed up in “choice,”

while power distorts

the will of your voice.

In this history...

propaganda wins.

A dictator speaks

of "protecting the land,"

through orange-tinted schemes

and veiled commands.

Oligarchs strike

with gold-drenched fists,

rewriting the truth

with imperial twists.

In this history...

the truth is dismissed.

Come all...

heed the call.

Before this nation

stumbles and falls.

Rise as one—

both big and small.

Stand.

Face the tyrant’s wall.

For silence

is a tyrant’s friend.

And history breaks

where we won’t bend.

But truth still burns—

it won’t rescind...

If we choose to stand.

And fight.