Midnight thunder over Kyiv and Kharkiv skies,
A swarm of steel and shadow where the city cries.
Zircon whispers, hypersonic in the dark,
Grids go silent, winter claws at every heart.
Hospitals bleeding glass, a nursery’s breath held tight,
“Barbaric,” the minister spits into the night—
While distant talks in desert light burn out, go cold,
No peace unlocked, just smoke and shrapnel told.
Sources:
Turn up the amps, the world’s on a wire,
Sirens wail low, but we raise the fire.
From blackout nights to headlines that bite,
We climb, we fight, we hold the light.
Storms may howl and power may fall,
We won’t go quiet—no, not at all.
A white spine arcs across the continent’s back,
Snow hammers hard, ice slicks every track.
Maps drown in warnings, states call the code,
The south and the heartland lose lines on the road.
Airfields choke, the sky won’t lift the wings,
A polar knife cuts deep, and sorrow sings—
One city shivers, a life stolen by the freeze,
Cold faith and candles, shaking in the breeze.
Sources:
Turn up the amps, the world’s on a wire,
Sirens wail low, but we raise the fire.
From blackout nights to headlines that bite,
We climb, we fight, we hold the light.
Storms may howl and power may fall,
We won’t go quiet—no, not at all.
Marble halls tick toward a funding cliffside,
Lines in the ledger, lines where the parties divide.
Democrats slam the brakes, DHS in the glare,
A Minneapolis gunshot hangs heavy in the air.
The House sent the freight, the Senate won’t split the steel,
A supermajor wall says bend or no deal.
Deadline footsteps echo down the dome,
A shutdown shadow stalks the home.
Sources:
Turn up the amps, the world’s on a wire,
Sirens wail low, but we raise the fire.
From blackout nights to headlines that bite,
We climb, we fight, we hold the light.
Storms may howl and power may fall,
We won’t go quiet—no, not at all.
A man on a mountain made of glass and wind,
No rope to whisper, no harness to pretend.
Honnold breathes quiet, fingertips find truth,
Edges thin as memory, a monk’s calm proof.
Weather made him wait, then live to the world he flew,
Highest city solo, the skyline turned blue.
El Cap ghosts nod as the summit draws near—
He stands on the crown, and the crowd learns fear.
Sources:
Turn up the amps, the world’s on a wire,
Sirens wail low, but we raise the fire.
From blackout nights to headlines that bite,
We climb, we fight, we hold the light.
Storms may howl and power may fall,
We won’t go quiet—no, not at all.
A new chart drops under RFK Jr.’s hand,
Shots move from routine to a talk at the stand.
Rotavirus, flu, the hepatits pair,
Meningococcal, RSV—now “decide if you dare.”
Doctors weigh lawsuits, parents face fog,
Public health drums beat under the smog.
Some states hold steady to the old parade,
Fearing trust and coverage start to fade.
Sources:
The IRS flips the sign—enter if you must,
A fresh form waits in paper and dust.
Deductions for tips, overtime, car-note grind,
A lift for seniors, relief to find.
The One, Big, Beautiful Bill hums in the wires,
April’s clock ticks, stoking filing fires.
Stack your docs, breathe deep, don’t break—
Let the ink march straight, for your own sake.
Sources:
Turn up the amps, the world’s on a wire,
Sirens wail low, but we raise the fire.
From blackout nights to headlines that bite,
We climb, we fight, we hold the light.
Storms may howl and power may fall,
We won’t go quiet—no, not at all.
So count what matters, not just the cost,
Warm the frozen, find the lost.
Grip the edge, make the call, pay the toll, hit the road—
We’re louder than the dark, and we explode.
We won’t go quiet—no, we roar.
We won’t go quiet—give us more.
