We are the ones who remember.
The ones whose blood hums with songs older than empire,
whose dreams stretch further than borders,
whose breath carries the smoke of every silenced fire.

We rise not in rebellion against life —
but in refusal to let the sacred be forgotten.

We reject the crowns placed upon false kings,
the lies sold as history,
the gods manufactured to justify chains.

We do not seek to replace one throne with another.
We shatter thrones altogether,
and build circles where all may stand sovereign.

Our weapons are memory, rhythm, vision, and spirit.
Our shield is the lineage etched into our bones.
Our battle cry is simple:
Reclaim. Remind. Rekindle. Rise.

We were once scattered —
now we are woven.
We were once silenced —
now we are a flood.
We were once hidden —
now we stand in the open,
eyes ablaze with the knowing:

🌍 We are the Woke World.
And nothing buried will stay buried.
Nothing stolen will stay stolen.
Nothing holy will stay profaned.

We are the beginning they feared.
We are the return they could not stop.
We are the rising they cannot contain.

And we are already here.