A vault of papers breathes like thunder on the hill,
Lawmakers in quiet rooms turn pages, hold their chill.
Howard Lutnick says he went to that far shore,
Ro Khanna read the names that everyone’s heard before.
Old notes say Trump told Palm Beach cops he was relieved,
Survivors cry, “You showed us, while the powerful stay screened.”
Pam Bondi faced a fire of questions, smoke and glare—
Truth’s a fragile lantern in a courthouse of despair.
Sources:
Hold fast, hold on, to the brittle, blazing light,
When storms break hearts and power dims the night.
Raise your voice, keep the door to daylight open wide,
Let mercy be the current, let the truth decide.
In Hong Kong, ink was branded as a crime of breath,
Jimmy Lai stood tall as headlines met a harsher test.
Under a new iron law, his paper’s flame went low,
Rights defenders called it cruel, said justice turned to stone.
Colleagues chained by pages, Western capitals implore,
“Free the press, free the pen,” from shore to distant shore.
Sources:
Hold fast, hold on, to the brittle, blazing light,
When storms break hearts and power dims the night.
Raise your voice, keep the door to daylight open wide,
Let mercy be the current, let the truth decide.
Gezani roared through Toamasina’s tender frame,
Roofs unstitched from rafters, streets forgot their names.
Homes now drink the flood, the lines have all gone black,
Too many counted missing, too many won’t come back.
The UN moves like rain, the president walks the scars,
The storm drifts westward slowly, still speaking to the stars.
Sources:
Hold fast, hold on, to the brittle, blazing light,
When storms break hearts and power dims the night.
Raise your voice, keep the door to daylight open wide,
Let mercy be the current, let the truth decide.
We lost a face that held a thousand coming-of-age skies,
James Van Der Beek met the end with courage in his eyes.
Kimberly shared the news, a family braced by grace,
Bills stacked like mountains, love filled every space.
Friends from screens and stages laid their flowers in the feed,
A spouse and many children, a legacy of need.
Sources:
Hold fast, hold on, to the brittle, blazing light,
When storms break hearts and power dims the night.
Raise your voice, keep the door to daylight open wide,
Let mercy be the current, let the truth decide.
In Oman’s shadowed rooms, the whispers try again,
Araghchi meets the envoys, ink between the men.
Trump says, “Deal—or something hard, like once before,”
Steel floats on the water, missiles crouch on floors.
From Tehran, wary voices say war won’t make it right,
“Talk through the thunder, let reason end the fight.”
Sources:
Hold fast, hold on, to the brittle, blazing light,
When storms break hearts and power dims the night.
Raise your voice, keep the door to daylight open wide,
Let mercy be the current, let the truth decide.
At the White House gates, two old allies share a room,
Netanyahu and Trump weigh candles against doom.
No final map was drawn, but talks must carry on,
Gaza in the margins, old strikes like a ghosted song.
Another fleet may gather, or a promise may take wing—
Will we choose the drums of war, or let the diplomats sing?
Sources:
Hold fast, hold on, to the brittle, blazing light,
When storms break hearts and power dims the night.
Raise your voice, keep the door to daylight open wide,
Let mercy be the current, let the truth decide.
So sing for the silenced and the soaked and the brave,
For the newsroom in chains and the names they couldn’t save.
For the family in mourning and the sea-bitten town,
For the table where rivals could finally sit down.
Let the last note rise above engines and roar—
A promise, not a warning; an open, human door.
