Hands off Venezuela! Hands off, hands off. Hands off Venezuela! The people will not surrender. July twenty-eighth: ballot box and paper, this was no story, it was a real vote cast. According to the CNE: fifty-one, nearly sixty percent turnout, and still they deny our voice, erase the election itself. He was not “fleeing,” he was home, in his bed, not running. They took him at night. That has a name, no matter how hard they try to twist it. If the North decides who rules and who falls, law turns into noise, and sovereignty looks away. They call us “poor,” they call us “the masses,” then punish us for standing in the plaza. If your “democracy” arrives by helicopter and metal, it is not democracy, it is vertical control. The people resist, with the street and with reason, no master’s permission, no tutor, no script. The people resist, even when bread is tightened, even when roads are closed by sanction after sanction. The people resist: no blood for oil, no country for rent, no future under control. Since two thousand five: targeted sanctions, lists and pressure. In two thousand fifteen: Executive Order 13692, an “emergency” declared by decision alone. Two thousand nineteen: PDVSA locked under seal, and in August: Executive Order 13884, assets frozen. This is not “clean policy,” it is managed hunger. Markets shut down, medicine delayed. They punish the neighborhood, not the palace. The cost falls where there is no room to escape. And when the blockade has done its part, they come for power as if it were shared loot. But people are not natural resources. They have memory, they have streets, they have a continental voice. Los Angeles shouts: Hands off Venezuela. Mexico City, in front of the embassy: Hands off. Munich lifts the sign. Sydney stands on the curb. This is not one flag alone, it is a network that knows. The left across the region, solidarity worldwide. Touch one, and the echo goes global. The people resist, with the street and with reason, no master’s permission, no tutor, no script. The people resist, even when bread is tightened, even when roads are closed by sanction after sanction. The people resist: no blood for oil, no country for rent, no future under control. Hands off Venezuela! Hands off. The people resist.