The Battle of Our Times

The Battle for Our Times
Inspired by Promethean Action (https://www.prometheanaction.com/)
Verse 1 (Explanation from the Baby’s Viewpoint)
In my warm, quiet world, I dream of the life awaiting me, wondering if I’ll taste food born of God’s sun, rain, and earth, or something cold and unnatural from a place tied to a man named Gates. I ask if I’m made in God’s holy image, unlike soulless machines they call cyborgs, and whether doctors will cradle my life or end it before I breathe. I sense a shadow over the world—the enemy, the British crown and Dutch thrones, whose greed and power twist everything. They’ve assassinated brave souls like Hamilton and John F Kennedy who fought them, and they rewrite their stories, making me fear the world I’ll face.
Chorus (Explanation from the Baby’s Viewpoint)
Even here, in my mother’s womb, I feel a fire—a call to fight for a world free from the enemy’s grip. I dream of breaking their slavery, of toppling the kings who hoard London’s gold and weave Amsterdam’s schemes. My tiny heart believes freedom still lives, pulsing under a dark sky, and I long to join the brave who defy these tyrants to claim a boundless, free world.
Verse 2 (Explanation from the Baby’s Viewpoint)
I wonder if I’ll learn truth and light, or if they’ll fill my mind with lies. Will I run free under the sun, or be fenced into a 15-minute city? I fear truth will not prevail —can we fight the enemy’s power, or will we stumble? There’s a beast called the Fed, ruled by someone named Powell, but the real pain comes from the crowns. They push a green lie that breaks the world’s strength, opens borders, and bankrupts countries, all to keep their control. A man named Franklin warned, “We must guard our republic, or lose it, but I fear the enemy’s lies make that fight so hard.
Chorus (Explanation from the Baby’s Viewpoint)
Again, I feel that burning cry in my soul, a call to shatter the enemy’s hold. I want to be born into a world where we rise against their gold and schemes, where my heart joins others to keep freedom alive. I dream of a sky not darkened by their power, but wide and open, where we can all be free.
Verse 3 (Explanation from the Baby’s Viewpoint)
I sense a story of the American Civil War, fighting kings long ago, a fight for freedom, but now those same monarchs drain the world with their wars, like in Ukraine, Iraq, and many others, where their money keeps blood flowing. I ask if I’ll live in a land that governs itself, or under tyrants’ boots. I hear whispers of hope—banks of our own, tariffs to choke their power, a way to tame the Beast they’ve built. My unborn heart feels the red pill’s truth waking others, and I want to be born into a world where we claim that freedom together.
Chorus (Explanation from the Baby’s Viewpoint)
That fire calls me again, a piercing cry to fight for my future. I want to break the enemy’s slavery, to see their power crumble. From London’s vaults to Amsterdam’s tricks, I dream of a world where we stand tall, where freedom’s heartbeat grows stronger, lifting us to a sky of endless hope.
Outro (Explanation from the Baby’s Viewpoint)
Even here, waiting to be born, I see through the lies of their world. The red pill’s truth burns in me, and I know there’s no going back. I want to rise into a world breaking free, where the matrix of their control cracks apart. This is my battle, too, though I’m yet to breathe—I dream of a fight for a world with no crowns, no slavery, only the sweet air of liberty.