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Dart Frogs, Deadlines, and Docking: A World on the Wire
World News: Rock Edition

Dart Frogs, Deadlines, and Docking: A World on the Wire

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15. Februar 2026
Dart Frogs, Deadlines, and Docking: A World on the Wire
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Dart Frogs, Deadlines, and Docking: A World on the Wire

Verse 1 — Dart frog toxin in the Arctic cold

From an Arctic cage to a lab-lit glare, They traced a jungle’s poison through the winter air. A chorus of capitals pointed at the throne, Saying the toxin on his breath wasn’t his own. His widow stood in Munich, named the blade in the night, While denials from the Kremlin drowned in chemical light. They’re knocking on the watchdog’s unblinking door, Saying, break this taboo we’ve broken before.

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World on the wire, sparks in the rain, Engines of truth against rivers of pain. Walls may be closing, but we raise the choir— When the sky goes dark, we turn up the fire.


Verse 2 — Shutdown at the homeland gate

Past midnight’s line, the lights went low, Over a border fight where cold winds blow. A death in Minneapolis burned the fuse, Now the floor demands cameras, faces, and warrants to use. Enforcers rumble on with the coffers pre-fed, While FEMA, TSA, and the Coast Guard bled. A vast force working as the paychecks stall, With Congress far away from the call.

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Verse 3 — The newsroom bleeds ink

The Post cut deep, whole sections erased, Foreign desks dimmed, Metro laid to waste. The publisher bowed and slipped from the stage, While a guild roared loud at the billionaire’s cage. Baron called it darkest, a paper in pain, After a spiked endorsement, the subs fled the train. A city of scribes shaken to its knees, Chasing truth on a tightening breeze.

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Chorus

World on the wire, sparks in the rain, Engines of truth against rivers of pain. Walls may be closing, but we raise the choir— When the sky goes dark, we turn up the fire.


Verse 4 — Dhaka’s turning page

In Dhaka’s dawn, the ballots roared, Students’ old thunder opened the door. The BNP surged, exile returned, Rahman at the helm where the future burned. Jamaat rose higher than it ever had, Yunus tipped his hat, the streets went mad. From Washington’s nod to Delhi’s grin, Term limits etched where power had been.

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Verse 5 — Munich’s guarded stage

In Munich halls where the war-words churn, They weighed the bonds across oceans that burn. Zelenskyy, allies, talking shields and code, While protests rolled through the icy road. They timed the truth of a poisoned name, To echo inside that armored frame. Europe’s pulse in a fortress of glass, As the century’s shadows mass.

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Verse 6 — Docking at the edge of night

A Falcon roared, scratched the sky, Carried a fresh crew where the star lanes lie. Meir and Hathaway, Adenot’s grace, Fedyaev drifting in steel and space. They rushed to relieve a station run lean, To mend the silence with hums of machines. Health of the human, maps to the Moon, Seeds for Mars in a pressurized room.

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Chorus

World on the wire, sparks in the rain, Engines of truth against rivers of pain. Walls may be closing, but we raise the choir— When the sky goes dark, we turn up the fire.


Ending

From Arctic bars to a vote’s bright drum, From a grounded fleet to a ship that’s come, From the shuttered press to the midnight line, We crash the chords and redraw the sign. If power writes poison, we’ll write it down. If paychecks vanish, we’ll shake this town. If stars are calling, we’ll tear through the night— Turn up the amps—this world still fights.

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