This country is on the brink. It's like a rotten porch step—it looks fine from a distance, but it's about to give way under our feet. The bigwigs and the billionaires, the ones who've been calling the shots, have built their fortune on our backs. They've taken everything they can from us and from folks abroad, and now the whole thing is coming apart at the seams.

We're Just Trying to Get By

‍Look around. Good, hard-working people are getting thrown out of their homes, while the banks sit on houses like a dragon on a pile of gold. You can break your body at work, but your paycheck buys less every week. Go to the doctor? That's a luxury now. They've turned everything—a roof over your head, food on the table, medicine for your kids—into a way to wring every last dime out of us. We're scraping and fighting just to survive in what's supposed to be the richest place on God's green earth.

And what's their answer? More cops. More jails. More watching everything we do. They can't fix the problems they created, so they just try to lock us up and shut us up instead.

Their Wars, Our Blood

While we're drowning in bills here at home, they're pouring our tax money into bombs and wars on the other side of the world. They send our sons and daughters to die so some big company can get cheaper oil or steal some other country's resources. They wave a flag and talk about "freedom," but it's just a pretty word for theft and killing. The same system that's starving us here is dropping bombs on families over there.

This Land is Tired

The land itself is crying out. The rivers are getting poisoned. The woods are burning. The storms are getting meaner. And what are they doing? The fellas running the oil companies are still getting richer, and the politicians they bought are letting them do it. They'll give a nice speech, but they won't stop the poison. To them, a hurricane is just another way to make a buck off the insurance. We're the ones left to pick up the pieces.

They're Tryin' to Pit Us Against Each Other

Things are getting so bad for them that they're showing their true colors. They're stirring up hate between Black and white, between folks born here and folks who came here. They want us scared of each other so we don't notice them robbing us blind. This ugliness isn't some accident—it's their last, desperate card to play to keep their power.

There's Only One Way Out

This whole way of doing things is rotten to the core. It's given us debt, it's given us worry, it's given us a dying world, and it's given us nothing but war. We can't vote our way out of this. We can't ask nicely. The only choice left is to stand up together and say, "No more."

We have to build something new, from the ground up. Something where we look out for each other, not just for some rich man's profit. Where the things we all need belong to all of us.

This isn't about waiting for a savior. It's about us. It's about right now. They won't give up their power without a fight. We have to be ready to take it back.

The choice is that simple. We can keep on this path that leads to ruin, or we can fight for each other. For a future. It isn't just a good idea—it's the only way we make it through.