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The Ink and the Iron

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The Ink and the Iron

Verse 1 — Hong Kong

Harbor lights on paper ghosts, the presses long gone still, A tycoon of free words faces decades on the hill. Under a new hard law, the harshest swing so far, “Collusion” in the charge, “sedition” in the scar. From London to Taipei the calls ring out for release, Rights watchers say it’s cruel, a slow undoing of peace.

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Verse 2 — Ukraine Talks

A clock in a distant capital points toward summer’s start, Miami on the map while blackouts bruise the heart. Swarms in the night sky, the grid hums, then it dies, A line in Donbas sand, a mirror trade of lives. They bargain through the static, through smoke and stubborn will, A table waits for footsteps that haven’t learned to be still.

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Verse 3 — UK Turmoil

Rain over Westminster, resignations at the door, A chief and a voice of message don’t stand there anymore. An envoy crowned and questioned for ties that stain the page, Files widened out the shadow, now police test the cage. One call for a leader’s exit, one pledge to hold the line, A government on thin ice hums a fragile rhyme.

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Verse 4 — Moscow Shot

On a Moscow street a spymaster drops, then breathes again, Stitches chase the bullets, surgeons pull him back to men. The foreign minister points his finger toward Kyiv’s door, While silence answers questions that echo from the war. Sanctions on his shoulders, Skripal whispered in the rain, A suspect flown from desert heat to cold and guarded panes.

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Verse 5 — Japan’s Wave

Across the rising sun a first breaks through the glass, A snap roll of the dice becomes a roaring mass. A mandate wide enough to bend the upper room, Talk of pacifist pages turned, new shields to bloom. Young hearts lift her banner, old lines shift their ground, Conservatives and cautions in a single thunder sound.

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Verse 6 — Portugal’s Tide

By the Atlantic walls a moderate claims the hall, A runoff rare as comets paints near every district tall. The far-right’s tide recedes, the map turns ocean blue, Europe leans and listens for what the winds will do. A ceremonial seal that still can clear the stage, He vows to bridge the waters with a careful, steady page.

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Final Chorus and Ending

Hold, hold, the ink and the iron, Ballots and bars, thunder and lyres. We sing between sirens, we pray through the wire, Summer deadlines, winter choirs— Keep your light, keep your wire, keep your fire. Raise up the roof of the world tonight, Let pens be drums and truth be bright. From Hong Kong’s quay to Kyiv’s gate, From London rain to Moscow’s slate, From Tokyo’s dawn to Lisbon’s sea— Let law be just, let captives free, Let votes ring clear, let wars cease firing, And let our last line land like lightning.

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