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The chants of “wake up America” are as deafening as the media cries to keep us slumbering: but we can stay asleep no longer. The tyranny in America must end, but it will not end with groggy citizens, hazily aware something is amiss, but have no desire to do anything about it. Please, hear me, countrymen and women, we are being deceived, we are being lied to, we are being corrupted into a people who will blindly be led into a prison in the name of ease and safety. Hear me, America. Ask any school child what the holocaust was, very few can tell you. Ask children about the indoctrination of the Nazis to the people of Germany, they cannot. Ask your children about any history that isn’t flowery, water logged and deemed politically correct. Ask your small business owners about Covid restrictions, your coroners about the death counts, your senators and representatives about the hypocrisy of both mandates and convictions. 

Do you not see it, America? Do you not see this all too blatant attempt to take over the land of the free and the home of the brave? I do. I see it when a hug is criminalized, when church services must be taken to the supreme court to continue, when my seven year old brother coughs and then asks if he will be quarantined. People without masks covering their ability to speak out are seen as Jews wearing the stars of David that the country reviles as they walk past. If you do not know what I am talking about, this is just another example of “Those who do not know their history are doomed to repeat it.” 

America, wake up, out of comfort, ease, and the safety of believing that those in power have your best interests at heart. They don’t. America, I do not condemn you for not seeing it sooner, but beg you to see it now. This tyrannical America is just what our forefathers fought against when they made the United States. Yes, there are issues, yes, we have people who make mistakes, allow injustice, and oppress the weak. However, we also have those muzzled, chained and criminalized for trying to stand up against those same people. We are stronger together than we are apart, America, our leaders, our captors, they know this, which is why they are endlessly trying to keep us divided whether by lie or coercion. Do not make their job easier. 

Can you not see America? We are easier to trample when we are divided. We are easier to lead astray into the master plan of the game makers that are so set on watching us play. Young people, remember Katniss, Harry, Percy, Tris and all the other young heroes and heroines we strove to be, back before we were living in their worlds. Remember where they felt safe. Just like Collins and Rowling, the American government is good at disguising who the villain truly is. We are in the beginning chapters of one of their novels and it has become time to decide whether we will lead in the footsteps of the characters we looked up to or we will sit back and merely be a one word reference in someone else’s novel we so longed to be a part of. 

This is not just a young person’s battle however. We all can take the call of freedom, leadership, and bravery when it comes down to it, and I am afraid, my dear America, it has come down to it. We must be willing to take a stand for what we believe in, fight against the oppressors who deem us incapable of putting up a fight at all. Teach your children, your children’s children, the importance of standing up for what they believe in, for freedom, for what is right and what is just. We must, if we hope to survive this. 

I do not go so far to say if you do not agree with me you are wrong, but believe me when I say I shall fight for you when you cannot fight for yourselves. I shall attempt to be the heroes and heroines who taught me about bravery, trust, loyalty, and doing the right thing. Join me. America, I am afraid it is not enough to wake up anymore. No longer can we sit idly by, even as we are groggily awaking from a slumber that we’ve been forced into. No. We no longer can just wake up, we must arise.


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