Is the sky all that is left to us,

or has that been taken as well?

We cannot live, play, or even die free—

Hell, we can't even work freely!

Are we even free at all?

We cannot choose what our money is spent on.

We cannot choose how our laws are interpreted.

We can't even choose what to do with our own bodies!

So for what reason do we continue down this path of enslavement?

For what reason do we choose safety nets over ladders?

What is the reason for giving up so many freedoms for such insignificant security?

And what is the difference between forced hand-holding and handcuffs?

There are those who dare to walk the libertarian trenches—

In the pits dug by apathy, alongside lunatics, knee deep in snake oil,

Those of us who are let down, time and time again, by the people we wish to save

and by the country we want to flourish.

Those of us who fight alone against numbers far greater than ourselves for basic liberties.

What will become of us?

Of those seeking freedom?

Of those seeking real equality?

To choose idealism over politics

To choose freedom over lethargy

To choose the right to choose, over the right of automatic reward.

We are those who would rather the chance to work for ascension instead of a free bed in the slums.

We are those who would wish every American the right to earn wealth.

We are those who would sacrifice our political souls,

just so we can freely gaze upon the sky.

We are relentless in our goal of liberty.

We are endless in our willingness to fight the inefficient state.

We are libertarians.