I loved this land for its stories told,
Of courage burned in heart and soul.
Of men who stood and fought for right,
In blood and fire and fading light.

I saw the dream come hard and brave,
From cry of chains to freedom’s pave.
But somewhere past the horizon’s bend,
We lost the map we swore to defend.

They raised the shield for common good,
Worn down by fear, by neighborhood.
Now iron hands with armored breath
Lay claim to life and choke on death.

In aisles where innocence should live,
We trade our trust for what they give:
A badge that blunts the weakest cry,
A law that binds but lets power fly.

Oh, People of Tomorrow — rise,
Don’t bow to smoke and hollow lies.
Remember why the free once stood,
For justice more than iron could.

We built a myth on starry nights,
But truth ain’t living in roadside fights.
The people’s voice — our guiding flame —
Don’t let it die in someone’s name.

(Like a heartbeat rising before a shout.)

I’ve seen the humor in the strange,
A world absurd, a nation changed.
But laughter fails where blood is real,
And hollow jokes can’t curb the steel.

From People of Walmart’s absurd frame
To courts that play an ugly game —
There’s something here that calls for soul:
Not fear, not bark — but common whole.

Freedom isn’t noise or claim,
It’s not a brand, a flag, a name.
It’s bone and blood and daily grace
Seen in another human face.

Oh, People of Tomorrow — rise,
Don’t bow to smoke and hollow lies.
Remember why the free once stood,
For mercy, honor, common good.

The past was dust and fire and flame —
But the future’s not a winner’s game.
It’s every voice that dares to say:
We still believe in better ways.

Not myth.
Not silence.
Not fear.
But truth — carried forward.