‎The wolf deceives before it attacks.

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‎It does not appear big and bad.

‎It does not look like the fairytales.

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‎It instead manifests as the politics we ignore today. There is no furry body, there is no big howl—the wolf works in silence till it feasts upon its prey. They run in packs as small as two, and their sharp teeth are hidden through their smile—wretched and wicked within, yet hidden through its tainted sincerity.

The wolf appears opportunistic.

An abundance of seasonal toils.

To fatten the yield of growth.

‎An age of golden fleeces.

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‎Yet such little reward is received after so much is given. It takes more than it rewards. Selective prosperity only directed to the rich. That is the true nature of the wolf.

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‎But the fluff overshadows the negative.

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‎It covers itself in the white fur—hiding what lies within. It will take the land like it is its meal, and drink our waters like it is theirs. The lambs will not see it until it is too late—blinded by the label of the wolf being an "ally.”

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‎But imperialists are not allies.

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‎They are beasts preying on our vulnerability, on our dependence on saviors. They know our weaknesses—and they will continue to manipulate such weaknesses with "deals" like this.

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‎But we can retaliate.

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‎The voices of our nation will far outshine the howls of imperialism. The wolf's clothing will soon be unraveled—and we will see the true nature of these "allies."

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‎Such "allies" that want to rejuvenate another period of control. But we are done with being the lambs being feasted upon.

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‎333 years of Spanish Rule.

‎48 years of American Rule.

‎4 years of Japanese Rule.

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‎And we face another attempt today.

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‎Say no to imperialists.

‎Say no to the wolf in sheep's clothing.

‎Say no to Pax Silica.

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