You cheer for the hero on the screen,

Who rises when freedom is at stake.

You stand with the rebels in their fight,

For you know the weight of the control they break.

When the tyrant’s hand grips the land,

You side with those who dare defy,

Who stand against the powers that crush

And guard the spark of the human soul.

Yet now, as power tightens near,

You do not see the story unfold.

The very force you scorn in fiction

Is here and real, if you dare to see.

The oppressor’s might is not with swords,

But in the money they command.

Fiat feeds their grip on power,

And you fund it with your participation.

Do not wait until it strikes your heart,

'Til what you cherish is torn apart.

For the evil you fear is here, now,

And every day it's gaining ground.

As inflation robs and savings fade,

As they dictate how you trade,

The moment comes when none resist—

When every move requires their grace.

But Bitcoin stands, the quiet spark,

The resistance in a world enslaved.

It offers freedom now, to those

Who see the battle, and dare to act.

The stories taught you to rise up

Against the creeping tide of control.

Do not wait until you’re bound,

And all your strength is worn and cold.

Act while you still hold the flame,

Overcome learned helplessness.

For the hero’s path is here and now—

Rise, with courage, before it is too late.