The vaults swing wide and a paper ocean spills,
Mountain of shadows, a thousand quiet chills.
Titans and royals caught under buzzing lights,
Musk, Gates, Clinton, Andrew in the bite.
They say fresh charges won’t ignite tonight,
Black bars dance wrong, redactions out of sight.
Advocates howl that privacy was torn,
Abroad, old titles crack and fall from thrones.
Sources:
Turn on the lights, open the gates,
We want truth that doesn’t blur or break.
From the courthouse to the desert sky,
From code we write to rockets we fly.
Hold the line, hold the light,
Headlines on fire, but we won’t lose the night.
Desert door left broken in the Tucson night,
Sheriff swears she didn’t choose that flight.
Feds chase echoes through towers and tones,
Whispers of ransom in clipped, cold phones.
A daughter drops bright rings and global stage,
To guard a porch light and a turning page.
Neighbors keeping vigil by the dawn,
Prayers like sirens carrying on.
Sources:
In Paris halls the servers hum, then stall,
Badges at the door, a heavy-footed call.
Deepfakes and darkness, algorithms on trial,
Holocaust denials and code gone vile.
Summons sent to the boss and the chair,
The platform calls it theater in the square.
Across the water, watchdogs start to bite,
A prosecutor logs off, takes the voice to new sites.
Sources:
Turn on the lights, open the gates,
We want truth that doesn’t blur or break.
From the courthouse to the desert sky,
From code we write to rockets we fly.
Hold the line, hold the light,
Headlines on fire, but we won’t lose the night.
Cold streets watch as lenses click alive,
Orders from the top: every badge in sight.
After shots that should never have been fired,
A coroner’s ink and a black-suited choir.
A child and his father step out from the lock,
Lawsuits say the innocent took the shock.
City of refuge, don’t cage the afraid—
Roll the tape back, let the truth parade.
Sources:
At the cape, the rocket’s breath runs cold,
Hydrogen whispers through a secret fold.
Wiseman, Glover, Koch, and Hansen stand,
Ready to ride when the stars command.
Safety first, says the voice from the floor,
No bolt rushed, no rushing through the door.
Next sweep round the moon, hearts stretched wide,
Farther than fear, on the dark blue tide.
Sources:
In the capital, a palace dims its glow,
A long hard rebuild with a leader’s name in tow.
Artists walking, opera leaves the room,
Critics say power seeds a kind of gloom.
What of the symphony, paintings on the wall?
A promise of grandeur after dust and crawl.
Steel laid bare, but the city wants the sound—
A quiet hall is a wound in the ground.
Sources:
From files to fibers, from bodies to stars,
From courtrooms to consoles to shuttered bars—
We’re tuning the nation, string by string,
Till truth and mercy start to sing.
Turn on the lights, open the gates,
We want truth that doesn’t blur or break.
From the courthouse to the desert sky,
From code we write to rockets we fly.
Hold the line, hold the light,
Headlines on fire, but we won’t lose the night.
Raise the amps, let the countdown ride—
No digits, just thunder and a tidal stride.
Spotlights on the faces, moonlight on the wing,
If the truth is a fuse, then tonight we sing.
