Not My Independence

 

They'll light the sky and tell you it's freedom.

They’ll pass around flags like they’re sacred scrolls and wrap oppression in the colors of loyalty. They’ll sing songs about liberty while banks tighten leashes and screens record your every breath.

But this is not my independence.

Because what is freedom in a domesticated empire?

You are free to obey.
Free to consume.
Free to vote between puppets.
Free to sell your time, your mind, your body—until the debt owns your descendants.

All while the fireworks explode overhead—loud enough to drown out the groans of the system you prop up just by waking each day and plugging in.

And those who do not cheer?
Who do not salute?
Who do not pledge?

They are labeled dangerous.

But maybe danger is what’s needed.

Because silence in the face of tyranny is compliance. And celebration without truth is performance. Real freedom doesn’t come with slogans or sales. It doesn’t come from the mouth of a politician or the barrel of a gun.

It comes from one word: No.

No to digital collars disguised as convenience.
No to mindless allegiance.
No to being harvested for attention, energy, and labor.
No to empires built on forgotten graves and invisible chains.

This is my declaration of disobedience.

While they clap at the sky, I unchain my thoughts.
While they cheer for the illusion, I stand with the quiet ones—
the watchers, the wanderers, the wolves.

This world may have claimed the land and fenced the mind, but it has not broken me. And it never will.

Because my independence cannot be televised.
It cannot be bought.
And it damn sure can’t be celebrated with sparklers and scripted pride.

Not. My. Independence.

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