On the marble steps, the echoes crowd,
A gavel hums in thunder, low and loud.
Becky laces up, Lindsay laces too,
Paper lines say no, they just want to play through.
A justice sighs, calls it a zero-sum game,
Out in the cold, a chorus calls their names.
From mountain roads to river states,
A ruling’s shadow stretches through the gates.
Sources:
We ride the fault lines of now,
Courts and code, fire and fame, we won’t bow.
Wind in the wires, drones in the rain,
Hold the light, hold the line, through the strain.
In the noise, make a vow—
We ride the fault lines of now.
Silicon whispers cut like steel,
Faces stolen, wounds too real.
Ofcom draws a circle, says the law stands tall,
Two nations slam shut, no passage at all.
“Disgusting,” says the crown, “unlawful” too,
Talk of pulling the plug, what will they do?
A paywall bandage on a bleeding screen,
Fines with fangs, a fight with a machine.
Sources:
Sky burned amber over canyon streets,
Names in the smoke, uncounted heartbeats.
Flags sink low, bells lean on the air,
So many gone by flame and poisoned prayer.
Homes to ash, families scattered wide,
Rebuilding crawls like a wounded tide.
Insurers in the spotlight, hard and slow,
Neighborhoods worth less than they used to know.
Sources:
A judge cuts chains from turbine dreams,
Says find a way that isn’t breaking beams.
An order from the top had stalled the seas,
“Security,” they said; the court said, “Please—
Choose a scalpel, not a sword so grand.”
Costs rise like waves against the strand.
Someone calls the wind a loser’s play,
But the ocean keeps its metronome anyway.
Sources:
Red carpets flicker, stories take the stage,
One Battle After Another steals the page.
Director crowned, the pen rides high,
Hamnet holds the heart, makes the night cry.
Jessie Buckley blazing in the glare,
Rose Byrne kicks sparks into the air.
Chalamet struts, statues lift with pride,
The Studio laughs, The Pitt goes dark inside.
Adolescence grows, demons dance in ink,
Curtains fall, critics drink and think.
Sources:
Homeland builds a hive of wings,
Shields for the hum that danger brings.
Contracts open like a runway’s glow,
Fast grants fly where the crowds will go.
From city streets to tribal lands,
They widen the circle of steady hands.
Counter-chords hum in a watchful tune,
Guarding the night, speaking to the moon.
Sources:
Hear the sirens, hear the stadium roar,
Kids want a field, not a closing door.
Teach the code to answer kind,
Lift the roofs, heal the mind.
Spin the sea, light the shore,
Raise a signal we can stand for.
We won’t look away, we won’t break down,
Turn it up—let the truth be loud.
We ride the fault lines of now,
Courts and code, fire and fame, we won’t bow.
Wind in the wires, drones in the rain,
Hold the light, hold the line, through the strain.
If the world shakes, we’ll still take a bow—
Turn it up, burn it bright,
On the fault lines of now.
