The story begins as it always has—

With wealth stolen in the dead of night,

Money losing value as they print more.

Historically, this theft brought hunger,

And hunger sparked rebellion.

People would rise when food became scarce,

And they knew who to blame.

But now, they’ve found a different way—

A way to steal without the masses rising.

Big business and big government

Have learned to mask the theft.

When prices should climb, they don’t,

At least not in ways we see.

Instead, they flood the markets

With cheaper, toxic substitutes.

They cut corners where we cannot see,

Turning food into something less than food.

Fields are drenched in poisons,

Meals preserved with chemicals,

Products filled with fillers that harm.

And the people, too poor to afford the real,

Are left to feed on the false.

This is their new attack—

Not on our hunger, but on our health.

For if they make us sick, not hungry,

We won’t know where to aim our rage.

We won’t riot when the shelves are full,

Even if the food slowly kills.

Devaluing our wealth is the first blow,

But the second is crueler still:

By poisoning the very products we rely on,

They trap us in a cycle of sickness.

And we, unaware, accept the poison,

Believing prices have stayed the same,

Believing we’re still in control.

But our wealth is gone,

And what we can afford now

Is killing us.

The system is rigged to keep us blind—

To keep us too weak to rise,

Too busy fighting sickness

To see the real enemy.

Historically, hunger drove the people to revolt,

But now, in our poverty, we are not starving—

We are getting sick.

And with every illness, every disease,

They hide the truth behind a veil of comfort,

Telling us the cost hasn’t changed,

While they quietly destroy our lives.

They've found a way to attack us,

To weaken us without alarm.

The theft of our wealth is disguised

By an assault on our health,

So we won’t rise, we won’t fight.

We are under attack, but we fail to see—

Our failing health is the price of stolen wealth.