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Sirens Over Oil and Ice

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January 6, 2026

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Sirens Over Oil and Ice

Verse 1 — Venezuela

Night over Caracas, rotors tear the sky, Blasts on barracks and the grids that keep the lights alive. They pulled a president from a guarded southern base, Flew him north to plead to powder, steel, and case. A voice said we’re in charge now, and the wells will flow, An ally took the chair while the streets count what they know. The energy chief huddles where the crude men meet, Plans on paper for the drills to bite concrete.

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Chorus

Fire in the headlines, ice on the wire, Leaders play with matches over empires. Crowds in the avenues, thunder in the throat, World on a fault line—pray it doesn’t choke.

Verse 2 — Iran

Bread breaks thinner, money turns to sand, Market smoke and prayer smoke fill the land. The chants climb higher at the palace gate, The call comes down to crush, to dominate. Rumors of a runway if the ranks should crack, Far off, a promise to hit hard and hold them back. Arrests in the alleys, grief on the wind, A nation in the mirror asking where to begin.

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Fire in the headlines, ice on the wire, Leaders play with matches over empires. Crowds in the avenues, thunder in the throat, World on a fault line—pray it doesn’t choke.

Verse 3 — Colombia, Cuba, Mexico

The thunder turns to neighbors with a pointed glare, Calls a leader kingpin, says a raid sounds fair. Tells the border to fix itself, shouts Havana might fall, But a president vows to stand, to rally them all. From the southern cone to a crown across the sea, A chorus names this path a danger to peace.

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Verse 4 — Greenland

Eyes on the ice again, painted stars say “soon,” Denmark answers, no, not under any moon. Greenland’s leader: enough—no pressure, no dreams, Respect our home, our people, our streams. Analysts whisper this tremor could split The bridge that keeps the allies lit.

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Fire in the headlines, ice on the wire, Leaders play with matches over empires. Crowds in the avenues, thunder in the throat, World on a fault line—pray it doesn’t choke.

Verse 5 — Nigeria

Motorbikes and muzzle flash where the market stood, Stalls to cinders, homes to broken wood. Voices taken into night, families torn, Close to roads that still remember children gone. After distant jets struck militants by name, Hunger’s shadow lengthens, fanning the flame.

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Verse 6 — Streets of the World

From Ankara to Havana, London to the Med, Cardboard banners, marching feet, a riverbed. Across the states, from coast to heartland’s bend, Outside a Brooklyn jail, they chant for an end. The UN warns the pattern, precedent set, A line in the sand the world won’t forget.

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Final Chorus and Ending

Fire in the headlines, ice on the wire, Leaders play with matches over empires. Crowds in the avenues, thunder in the throat, World on a fault line—hold the common hope. Guitars like sirens, drums like a flood, Raise up the truth from the oil and the blood. Turn up the daylight, drown out the spin— If the streets keep singing, the night can’t win.

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