The Gilded Cage and the Ghost of Bravery

Beyond the Myth of the Brave
 

When—
You marched into a war that wasn’t yours to bargain,
They scripted legends of your gallantry,
And auctioned off your loyalty.
But did you ever pause to wonder:
Was that glory, or a lie?

Before you were "The Brave,"
You were a man with a beating heart.
You carried the same tremors of the soul,
Recognising the humanity in those you faced.
Yet, they forged you into a cruel breed—
Labelled a "Warrior Race" to strip your mercy.

Rise now!
Challenge the hollow praise.
From the historical path your ancestors trod,
You might not be able to turn back—
But you can choose a different road ahead.

Like a parrot caged in gold,
Trapped within a system
That grants you life
Only to force you to sing someone else’s song.
"Better to die than live a coward," they say,
As you swear oaths of service and fealty.
But ask yourself:
Are you truly "worthy"?

Justice remains a distant horizon;
Your worth is never truly seen
So long as your sacrifice is traded for coin.
To them,
You are merely a tool of utility.

Rise now!
Look beyond the mirage of "bravery."
Break free from the chains of servitude.
Sold by your own nation for remittance and royalty,
Only to become a "Non-Resident" in your own home.

Rise as one!
Reclaim your lost soil, your culture, your voice.
You fought forever for the freedom of others;
Now, let your life be a symbol of your own liberation.

The elites sold the land of the indigenous.
With your sweat and your blood,
You watered the soil of the British Empire.
Your identity was eroded,
Your roots torn out.
Pushed into wars where your country had no stake—
Stripped of education,
Robbed of culture,
Led into exile through the fog of ignorance.

They silenced you.
The blind led you into bondage.
They erased you from the halls of power.

Why live any longer in the illusion of being free?
Will you rise now to take back who you are?
Today, let us shatter
The chains of tyranny and wrong.