A new law cracked the vault and the lights burned white,
Justice sent the Hill a list that hums all night.
Donald and Melania Trump, Bill Gates in the tide,
Names in black ink, nowhere left to hide.
UN voices thunder: a global ring exposed,
Crimes of flesh and power, doors finally closed.
From Turkey to Lithuania, sirens start to rise,
A former Norwegian leader charged beneath the skies.
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Turn it up, let the floodlights roar,
Truth beats down like a cannon at the door.
From courtrooms to war rooms, we won’t tire,
We’re walking these headlines on a razor wire.
Raise your hands, make the ceiling shake,
We break what breaks us before it breaks.
Hold the line, hearts catching fire,
Singing the news on a razor wire.
In Los Angeles the architect took the stand,
They say the feed was built to catch a child’s hand.
Kaley found a mirror that lied about her skin,
A maze of hearts and likes that pulled her thin.
Memos on the table, preteens in the fray,
He admits the gates stood open, kids slipped through the gray.
They’re calling it Big Tobacco’s modern stage,
A verdict that could ripple far beyond the page.
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Geneva’s quiet corridors taste like iron and frost,
Difficult words traded, no bridges crossed.
Kyiv says the other side is stalling the clock,
Maps of Donbas laid like a loaded rock.
One hand grips territory, the other guards its name,
Ceasefire just a whisper in a grinding game.
Another round ends, the calendar holds its breath,
While the border’s rhythm drums of life and death.
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Another table hums with measured breaths,
Oman in the middle, guiding lines sketched.
Both sides say progress, ink not yet dry,
Carriers prowl oceans, jets carve the sky.
Hormuz narrows briefly under thunder drills,
A warning in the water: talk, or metal wills.
If words can carry further than a missile’s flame,
Sign here, not with ashes, but with name.
Sources:
Turn it up, let the floodlights roar,
Truth beats down like a cannon at the door.
From courtrooms to war rooms, we won’t tire,
We’re walking these headlines on a razor wire.
Raise your hands, make the ceiling shake,
We break what breaks us before it breaks.
Hold the line, hearts catching fire,
Singing the news on a razor wire.
Homeland at half-light, paychecks turned to stone,
Duty still marching with a hungry phone.
A tragedy in Minneapolis scars the scene,
Demands for cameras, tighter patrols, cleaner routines.
Old funding keeps the border wheels in play,
But airports, coasts, and storms feel the delay.
An offer slides across the West Wing floor,
Congress on vacation while the clock wants more.
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On marble floors a voting bill stands tall,
Proof of who you are before you’re on the roll call.
It cleared one house and found a Senate tide,
But the filibuster towers on the other side.
Mike Lee wants voices talking through the night,
Thune guards the brake, says the rules hold tight.
Collins backs the bill, not the wrecking ball,
And the president’s echo rattles through the hall.
Sources:
Turn it up, let the floodlights roar,
Truth beats down like a cannon at the door.
From courtrooms to war rooms, we won’t tire,
We’re walking these headlines on a razor wire.
Raise your hands, make the ceiling shake,
We break what breaks us before it breaks.
Strike the chords, set the night on fire—
If the world’s the stage, we are the choir.
No more hush, no more choir of liars—
Turn it to eleven, ride the wire!
