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Smoke, Straits, and Silence

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Smoke, Straits, and Silence

Verse 1 — Tehran’s New Crown

A son steps from the shadows, the city holding its breath, After missiles wrote a headline on his father’s final breath. The council made it formal, the Guard stood close behind, No ballot box had known him, but the ranks had read his mind. A chorus of condemning came from far across the sea, A president called him weak, an ally vowed he’d never be free. But Moscow sent a promise, Beijing drew a line, And sea of faith in Tehran streets rose, unbroken spine.

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Hold back the fire, let the truth come clean, Smoke on the skyline, hope in between. Open the windows, let the people decide, Cease the thunder, spare the tide. We are the voices in the siren’s din, Keep the light, keep the air, let mercy win.

Verse 2 — The Price of a Shut Strait

The market caught a fever, then broke like a wave, When the strait turned to silence and the tankers lost their way. A kingdom’s oil man warned of breaking everything we know, Gas from the gulf went missing after drones dealt their blows. The suits in distant capitals reached for hidden keys, To flood the world with barrels if the storm would not ease. Screens went red in Asia, a rumor ran aground, A boast of Navy passage, then the White House walked it down.

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Verse 3 — Black Rain in Tehran

There’s black rain on balconies, soot on every shoe, Eyes sting in the morning, the throat forgets what it knew. The hospitals stand waiting, the city told to stay, The health keepers are warning of poison in the day. They say the broken tanks can taint the bread and well, That children and the elders wear the danger like a spell. At the hall of nations, a charge was set in ink, That war had spilled its filth past any lawful brink.

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Verse 4 — Concrete and Waiting Rooms

In chain-link corridors the winter never ends, Too many cots and grievances, too few tender hands. They carried out a Haitian man, septic breath grown tight, While measles found the cracks between the neon lights. A death that may be murder, the papers hedge and fight, The watchdogs say the oversight fell out of sight. Mothers count the heartbeats that no guard can steal, And lawmakers send letters asking why the wounds won’t heal.

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Verse 5 — A Table in Istanbul

By the water where the continents shake hands and trade their names, A table waits for strangers to unspool old claims. Kyiv says it’s ready for a short and breathing pause, If Moscow mirrors mercy and steps back from claws. Washington sends lifelines, the maps are drawn in sand, While Russia wants Donetsk ground before it stays its hand. Two presidents share a phone line split by other wars, At the General Assembly, the world begs: end the roar.

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Verse 6 — The Hearing We Haven’t Heard

On a hill of marble whispers, the doors were closed again, So senators lit beacons and demanded daylight in. They wrote their war-time letters, said bring the troops back home, If you won’t ask the people’s house, you shouldn’t make them roam. The justifications wobble, the secretaries spin, A chorus threatens floor time till the witnesses walk in. The leader of the other side calls this an age-defining fight— But truth knocks like a hammer on a sleepless night.

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Final Chorus — Raise It Higher

Hold back the fire, let the truth come clean, Smoke on the skyline, hope in between. Open the windows, let the people decide, Cease the thunder, turn the tide. Raise every question, call every name, Count every cost in the cold, bright flame. If power answers only power, we’ll answer back with song— Open the straits of mercy now, before the night grows long.

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