Prologue — The Awakening
Brothers and sisters, Europe sleeps under chains forged not of iron, but of debt, distraction, and deceit. The plutocrats — faceless corporations as mighty as governments — have fattened themselves upon our labor. They offer glittering distractions: hollow prosperity, endless entertainment, fleeting pleasures, all while robbing us of dignity. They have made us slaves who believe themselves free.
They tell us to be content — to borrow, to rent, to scroll, to forget. But we are no tame beasts. We are the cornered, the betrayed, the ones who still remember what it means to live. And when a people remember — they become dangerous.
We will not kneel. We will not beg. We will rise.
I. The Decay of Politics
Europe bleeds not because its people are weak, but because those who claim to rule are traitors in fine suits.
We are told our taxes build schools, hospitals, and infrastructure — yet all we see are bureaucracies feeding upon us. A continent that pays the most gives back the least. The wheels of governance are clogged with the fat fingers of paper-pushers who produce nothing.
They betray us with the illusion of democracy. They promise salvation before elections and contempt after them. And when the people cry out, they mock us: “Vote us out in four years if you dislike us.” As if the cage is freedom because the jailer rotates.
A politician cannot be bought, they say — but he can be rented. And rented he is, not by you, the people, but by bankers, corporations, and foreign lords who dictate our laws.
This order cannot be repaired. It must be uprooted — so that something pure may grow in its place.
II. The Economic Trap
They tell you that you own your home, your car, your life. But if it is bought with loans, you own nothing — the banker owns you.
Through interest, you pay four times over for what was already yours by right of labor. They profit not through craft, but by tightening a noose around your neck.
Speculators gamble with trillions while children go hungry. Corporations lobby away your freedom, writing the very laws that govern you. They call it lobbying; we call it the renting of power.
The people’s wealth — our labor, our land, our energy — has been stolen and monetized by parasites. This rot will not be negotiated with. It will be humbled.
III. The Forgotten People
The elderly, who built the world, are told their pensions will vanish. The farmer, who feeds the world, drowns in debt. The worker, who builds the world, cannot afford to raise a child. The youth, who should be dreaming, live under the shadow of hopelessness and debt.
They tell us to endure. We will not endure.
IV. The Plutocrats
Our suffering is not accidental. It is engineered by a small, poisonous caste — the plutocrats.
They build nothing, yet claim everything. They sow nothing, yet reap all. They are the bankers, the moguls, the industrial barons who gorge themselves while Europe starves.
It is they who unleashed floods of cheap labor to crush wages. It is they who fuel inflation to rob the worker twice. It is they who bind our nations to endless debt, ensuring that no generation is ever free.
They are few. We are many. Before Europe can rise, they must fall.
V. The Path of Fire
Do not believe those who whisper of reform. The old forest cannot be pruned; its roots are hollow, its trunk diseased.
It must burn. Fire is the purifier of worlds — it devours the rot and leaves only what is strong enough to rise again.
Let the ashes of this age become the soil of a new one: a Europe reborn, sovereign, and just. A Europe of discipline, brotherhood, and truth.
VI. The New Order of Work
Technology was meant to free us, but the plutocrats twisted it into a weapon of control. Machines measure our worth, algorithms watch our sleep, and automation becomes an excuse to discard the worker.
We will take back technology. It shall serve the people, not enslave them.
We will standardize work — safety, simplicity, and shared responsibility — so no man or woman fears starvation when labor is scarce. When unemployment rises, we shall share the burden. We will not let a few toil while the rest starve. This is solidarity — the heartbeat of a new order.
VII. The Guardian’s Oath
I do not speak as a politician. I am not here to bargain. I speak as a Guardian of those abandoned by false leaders and hollow promises.
- I will protect the young.
- I will honor the old.
- I will restore the dignity of work.
- I will break the chains of debt.
- I will humble the plutocrats.
- I will unite the nations of Europe — not under treaties, but under Brotherhood and the will of Mother Earth.
The path is hard, but the flock is worth guarding. We will rise not in despair, but in discipline. Not as subjects, but as sons and daughters of fire, born from the soil of Mother Earth.
Epilogue — The Wolf’s Hour
For too long, we have been the fox — cunning, watching, waiting. But every fox, when cornered, becomes a wolf.
Now is the hour of the wolf. Our march, our banner, our voice — these will be the howls that echo through the halls of power. Let them tremble as we rise, unchained and unafraid. The future is ours — forged not in fear, but in fire.
Rise, brothers and sisters. Rise, the Unchained.