Vaults swing open at Justice, paper storms across the floor,
Lawmakers read in quiet rooms what redactions hid before.
A commerce chief admits the island after judgment had been cast,
A congressman speaks names aloud, ghosts pulled from the past.
Old notes say a future president told the cops he was glad they’d try,
Yet in a thundered hearing, some cry cover-up and lie.
Survivors rage at sunlight that burns the wounded, not the crowned—
Unsealed truth that shows their scars while the powerful stay unbound.
Sources:
We are the drum in a world gone wild,
Open the blinds, don’t close your eyes.
From cell to storm to a haunted file,
Hold the line, let truth arise.
When the seas roar and the headlines cry,
We’ll burn like beacons in the night,
Sing it loud so the dark replies—
Hold the line, let truth arise.
A newsman in chains under a law from the north,
Apple ink called seditious for bringing voices forth.
The gavel falls like winter, cold beyond the bone,
Rights keep shouting “cruel, unjust,” while he stands there alone.
Colleagues bow to verdicts, printing presses stilled,
From London to the mainland, diplomats are chilled.
They call for his release across a tightening sky,
When headlines become handcuffs, even paper learns to cry.
Sources:
We are the drum in a world gone wild,
Open the blinds, don’t close your eyes.
From cell to storm to a haunted file,
Hold the line, let truth arise.
When the seas roar and the headlines cry,
We’ll burn like beacons in the night,
Sing it loud so the dark replies—
Hold the line, let truth arise.
Gezani ripped the harbor where the cranes kiss salty air,
Tin roofs spun like sparrows, cables sparked despair.
Another in a chain of tempests pounding island bones,
Flooded streets, broken walls, unanswered phones.
The blue flag opens lifelines, the leader walks the scars,
While the eye grows dull and tilts toward distant shores and stars.
Madagascar whispers names the wind still tries to take,
And Mozambique waits, bracing for the break.
Sources:
The creek runs quiet, the Friday lights grow dim,
A leading man slips past the frame that once held him.
His love says he met the end with grace that wouldn’t bend,
Bills piled like mountains, friends and strangers lend.
A family at the water’s edge, hands linked by the ache,
Old castmates send their candles, trembling but awake.
From teen-dream screens to mortal seams, he taught the tender art—
That fame is just an echo, but courage is a heart.
Sources:
We are the drum in a world gone wild,
Open the blinds, don’t close your eyes.
From cell to storm to a haunted file,
Hold the line, let truth arise.
When the seas roar and the headlines cry,
We’ll burn like beacons in the night,
Sing it loud so the dark replies—
Hold the line, let truth arise.
In Oman’s hush, envoys trade the words that sharpen peace,
A promise on the table, or the iron to police.
Engines warm on ocean steel, missiles wait on wheels,
The last time haunts the hallway where a hard decision kneels.
From Tehran voices answer, “War won’t mend the flame,”
Choose speech over thunder, let the diplomats remain.
Between a fist and open hand the future draws its breath—
Stand down the drums a moment, step away from death.
Sources:
At the house of white they talk of Gaza’s open wound,
Of reactors under watch and streets that feel consumed.
No common script on strategy, but a push to keep the talk,
A preference for a promise over yet another shock.
Midnight shadows on the carpet, echoes on the wall,
The Pentagon keeps glancing east, waiting for a call.
Two leaders leave without a map, but eyes still on the wire—
Negotiations smolder, not a blaze, not yet a fire.
Sources:
Are we lost in the static, or tuned to the cry?
We won’t count the storms—just the hands lifted high.
Name the jailed, shield the broken, face the rising tide,
Turn the amp toward the sunrise, let the truth collide.
We are the drum in a world gone wild,
Open the blinds, don’t close your eyes.
From cell to storm to a haunted file,
Hold the line, let truth arise.
When the seas roar and the headlines cry,
We’ll burn like beacons in the night,
Raise your voice till the dark unwinds—
Hold the line, let truth arise—
Hold the line… now let it rise!
