They found Ran Gvili under broken Gaza sky,
The final candle carried home where grieving rivers cry.
Graves were opened, names were spoken, truth pulled into day,
A door to truce swings wider now, and Rafah finds a way.
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Oh, the world keeps changing stations, every hour a different sky,
Between the storm and the ceasefire, we learn to live, we try.
Lift your voice for one another, let the headline be our guide,
Love is the breaking news tonight.
A blizzard crossed the country like a ghost that would not tire,
Homes went dark in southern towns, the runways turned to wire.
Snow piled deep on silent streets, the air cut like a knife,
We mourn the lives the cold took back—sleds, plows, thin ice, life.
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Oh, the world keeps changing stations, every hour a different sky,
Between the storm and the ceasefire, we learn to live, we try.
Lift your voice for one another, let the headline be our guide,
Love is the breaking news tonight.
In Lviv the night was shattered by a name that flies too fast,
A new-born thunder crossing lines that history cannot mask.
A storm of drones and roaring fire, a factory turned to dust,
Leaders called it out as wrong; the blame was fog and thrust.
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Oh, the world keeps changing stations, every hour a different sky,
Between the storm and the ceasefire, we learn to live, we try.
Lift your voice for one another, let the headline be our guide,
Love is the breaking news tonight.
The States walked from the world’s clinic, citing lessons, broken trust,
The healers said we’re weaker now, experts called it rushed.
Unpaid echoes on the ledger, warnings crowd the air,
When viruses find open doors, we all are in that chair.
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Oh, the world keeps changing stations, every hour a different sky,
Between the storm and the ceasefire, we learn to live, we try.
Lift your voice for one another, let the headline be our guide,
Love is the breaking news tonight.
On Republic Day in Delhi, flags rose with ancient song,
An island neighbor led the march, and Europe walked along.
Vande Mataram in colors bright, a hero earned his star,
New bridges span the Indo seas, from here to lands afar.
Sources:
Oh, the world keeps changing stations, every hour a different sky,
Between the storm and the ceasefire, we learn to live, we try.
Lift your voice for one another, let the headline be our guide,
Love is the breaking news tonight.
After years of table talking, ink met paper, hands were shook,
A vast new market opened wide, but not all hearts were hooked.
Some fields fear waves of cheaper grain, a court may slow the start,
Still the map redraws its borders in the margins of a chart.
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Oh, the world keeps changing stations, every hour a different sky,
Between the storm and the ceasefire, we learn to live, we try.
Lift your voice for one another, let the headline be our guide—
Tonight we turn the sirens down and let the drums collide.
Let the runway lights come blazing, let the borders open wide,
Let the frozen fields start thawing, let the healers stand beside.
From the rubble and the white-out to the banners lifted high,
Love is the breaking news tonight—roll the credits in the sky!
