The budding liberationist grows weary of incessant lip service. The budding paranoist knows that they hide amongst our cities, kidnapping day and night. The budding anti-apartheidist sees her neighbors sent to labor camps. She has heard of such camps, as her grandfather fled the last battle against fascism, only a child. She knows that such camps have existed at the US-Mexico border for over a decade, children in their cages. She has heard of the horrors, the inhumanity, the cruelty. The forced hysterectomies, medical malpractices, the testing of unknown methods. The sickness, the stench of death, the trauma induced in every building far off from Americans' view. The sickness of slavery, the depravity of brutality, the carceral system that extracts and exploits with an infinite human cost. The budding socialist is well aware of what happens when you know too much, or dare to go as far as to act upon it. No amount of truth or study can outweigh the violence of capitalists. Their untenable greed sows conviction behind her stale eyes. Millions dying on the street, millions locked in cells for non-existent crimes, and a heinous child abuser buying the fealty of intellectually stunted thugs. And yet they still cynically sneer at the socialist, the people's movements, the revolutionaries of the global south. How can they disdain the rapid devolopment and the liberation from violent poverty? Have they no political hope or will? Have they no humanity for the impoverished? Have they convinced themselves of a just world? A meritocracy that somehow rewards moral bankruptcy? Have they convinced themselves against their lying eyes? Do they fail us as retribution for those who failed them? The budding liberationist grows scornful and spiteful for their gaslighting. But she will never stop speaking the truth. She knows the truth will set us free.