When tyranny grows bold, and the chains of oppression tighten, it is not petitions, nor quiet murmurs, that break them—it is action, resolute and fierce. The foundations of liberty do not crumble quietly; they collapse under the weight of complacency. And when they fall, it is our duty, not to mourn, but to rise as fire rises in the face of darkness. No tyrant yields willingly. No despot loosens their grip without the taste of fear. If the blood of patriots and tyrants must soak the earth, so be it—better the ground be red than the soul of a people crushed. Justice demands teeth, not whispers; it demands a reckoning, not compromise. This is not a plea—it is a promise. To those who trample on the rights of the many for the greed of the few: your time will end. To those who cower, hoping the storm will pass: rise, or you will be buried by it. The tree of liberty does not grow in peace; it grows in defiance. We are its guardians, its cultivators, and its avengers. History will not remember the silence of cowards; it will remember the roar of those who dared to act. Let our roar shake the heavens and rend the earth, for freedom is not given—it is taken. Ita tyrannis et rubris galeis Thus to tyrants and red hats
