Dawn less days of Gen Z

In this age of shadows, as a member of Generation Z, I stand at the threshold of a world beset by uncertainty and disillusionment. At the tender age of 24, I bear witness to the plight of my peers, valiant souls, educated and industrious, who find themselves cast aside, their hopes dashed upon the rocks of a relentless economy. For we, the children of this era, have endured the harsh winds of a financial tempest that has raged since the fateful crisis of 2007/2008. We have seen our families struggle against the tide of despair, and for a fleeting moment in the twilight of the 2010s, under the first reign of the Trump era, a glimmer of hope flickered in the distance. Yet, this light was snuffed out by the subsequent Biden administration, leaving us now to confront the specter of a second Trump term, with hearts heavy under the weight of betrayal, feeling as if we have no champions to rally around.

The socio-political landscape is fraught with turmoil, for we behold an ever-growing tide of newcomers, their presence perceived by some as a threat to the cherished essence of American culture. There lies a palpable fear that our identities, like autumn leaves swept by the gusts of change, are being supplanted, leading to a profound sense of loss. The tale of Minnesota, with its vibrant Somali population, has become a focal point of discourse, a battleground for the hearts and minds of those who seek to preserve the tapestry of our nation. These sentiments weave a fabric of discontent among our generation, as we witness the very foundation of our identity shifting beneath our feet, leading many to lament that it may be too late to save it.

In the realm of economics, the prospects for Gen Z, Millennials, and now the younglings of Generation Alpha appear shrouded in dark clouds. Many of us face the grim reality that the dream of homeownership, once a beacon of hope, now seems a distant star beyond our reach. The insidious influence of private equity and the machinations of corporate interests have conspired to create a landscape where stable, well-paying employment is as rare as a dragon's treasure. The anguished cry that the Baby Boomers and the lords of Wall Street have pulled up the ladder to success resonates deeply within our hearts, leaving us to traverse a world where the ascent to upward mobility feels like a quest for a fabled relic long lost to time.

Yet, amidst these trials, I cling to a flicker of hope. In the words of Hurin, that noble figure of Tolkien's old world, I declare: “Day will come again.” This phrase encapsulates the indomitable spirit that dwells within our people. Though we may find ourselves ensnared in the clutches of despair, we possess the courage to rise and advocate for change. Through unity, we shall wield our voices as a clarion call, compelling our people to help themselves instead of relying on old corrupt men and women who wish to be feudal lords and for us people to own nothing and be happy.

Together with Unity of Steel we can save our people.

Hail Columbia.