In Munich they spoke with the cold of a lab-lit room,
Saying a dart frog’s poison rode a prison’s gloom.
They named the means and motive, the open door they see,
Rang the chemical watchdog, called it a broken treaty.
His widow, voice steady, says the proof is in the light,
Calls the man at the summit a killer who must face the night.
Sources:
Hold up the light, write it plain, let the truth be told,
From cells to squares, from courtrooms to the snowy roads.
We’ve learned the cost of secrets, the way the dark takes hold—
But we will not go quiet, we are made of dawn and gold.
A Justice chief turned the key, flung wide a haunted vault,
A tidal wave of pages where the powerful walk in chalk.
A prince now under questions, old lords set down their crowns,
A portside titan stepping back as ripples circle towns.
From banks to ancient campuses, hands are pulled away,
And in the House they’re asking who watched the watchers’ play.
Sources:
Hold up the light, write it plain, let the truth be told,
From cells to squares, from courtrooms to the snowy roads.
We’ve learned the cost of secrets, the way the dark takes hold—
But we will not go quiet, we are made of dawn and gold.
An anchor’s mother vanished in the blue before the dawn,
A doorbell’s eye went sightless, a heartbeat’s whisper gone.
A glove with other DNA lay down a shadowed lane,
A masked face at her threshold, and no one yet to blame.
The tips fall like a rainfall, the maps glow on the wall,
They’re chasing threads of midnight through the hum of every call.
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In Geneva, paper maps unfold like winter wings,
They bargain over borders and the shield a promise brings.
The clock is set in Washington, the room is thin with air,
Alliance voices counting wounds, while Moscow claims new squares.
They speak of eastern city names, of guardians who’d stay,
Of how to keep a broken land from breaking one more day.
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In Moscow’s narrow hallway came the echo of a gun,
A spymaster went under and the ambulance did run.
Sanctions marked his history, from Salisbury’s cold stain,
To midnight code and headlines in a long, relentless rain.
Another name in shadows where the blame lines cross and bend,
Another page of quiet wars that never seem to end.
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In Munich streets a river rose, a chorus fierce and clear,
They called for Tehran’s rulers to be swept out of the year.
They lifted Pahlavi’s name and asked for ballots, not a throne,
He said he’d take the challenge, guide them through the unknown.
A sea of flags and pleading hands beneath a winter sky,
A promise in the open air that something new could rise.
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So strike the match in every room where secrets learned to breathe,
Unlock the file, trace the glove, and don’t let mercy leave.
Let Geneva’s bells go ringing, let the prison gates unfreeze,
Let stairwells purge their gun-smoke ghosts, let cities bend their knees.
Hold up the light, write it plain, let the truth be told,
From cells to squares, from courtrooms to the snowy roads.
We’ve paid the price of silence, now hear the thunder roll—
We will not go quiet, we are made of dawn and gold,
We will not go quiet—bring the morning, break the hold.
