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Open War, Open Wires
World News: Rock Edition

Open War, Open Wires

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February 28, 2026
Open War, Open Wires
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Open War, Open Wires

Verse 1

Night burns over Kabul, thunder from the border sky, A minister names it open war, and cities cry. Kandahar shakes, Paktia hears the iron rain, Each side counts shadows, trading fire and blame. A spark at the crossing lit the fuse to this fight, Accused safe havens feed the blaze through the night. Rumors say a supreme voice fell under smoke and glare, Moscow and Tehran plead, “Talk—don’t tear.”

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Chorus

Open war, open wires, open doors that slam, Sirens in our blood and smoke on the land. Hold the line, hold the truth, hold a stranger’s hand, When the fuse runs short, be the last to stand.


Verse 2

Tel Aviv windows flicker, an urgent word: “leave today,” Green lights for families to fly from the fray. Geneva stalled in echoes, hope on a razor’s edge, A carrier stalks the coastline like a steel-borne pledge. A president whispers mercy, then hardens his tone, “No bomb for Tehran,” through a clenched jaw of stone. Diplomats tighten passports, eyes on the night, Waiting for thunder or a dawn made of light.

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Verse 3

Behind closed doors, a president of years gone by Says, “I saw nothing, did nothing,” steady-eyed. Photos on the table, faces in a frozen frame, He swears no island’s footprints ever held his name. He recalls a fairway story, old titans out of tune, A feud over dirt beneath a summer moon. His partner faced the chamber too, calling the rival through, “Ask him the same questions—let the sunlight through.”

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Verse 4

The generals drew a circle where the red lines glow, “Let the code watch the nation, let the metal go.” One lab shook its head: “No eyes for every home, No ghost in a rifle that decides alone.” The order came down—cut the cord from the state, Contracts turned to ash at the hangar gate. Another giant nods, “Our red lines match,” and yet, They’re talking in the war rooms where the floors stay wet.

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Verse 5

Long nights in Geneva, drafts without a seal, No white smoke rising, but a shape you can feel. Caps and constant checking scrawled in careful hands, Tehran swears no bomb, wants its own spinning sands. Next stop Vienna, clipboards at the door, Inspectors counting secrets on a sterile floor. A vice voice promises no endless desert grave, But the options wait, steel-faced and grave.

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Verse 6

Back home, Homeland’s heartbeat stutters and slows, Airports hum hollow while the pay runs low. Trusted lanes are empty, storm crews trimmed to bone, Most badges punch the clock for love alone. The Hill is a cage match over shadows and sight, Cameras on the hunters, patrols cut at night. Blood on a city sidewalk started this freeze, Now everyone’s waiting for someone to ease.

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Chorus

Open war, open wires, open doors that slam, Sirens in our blood and smoke on the land. Hold the line, hold the truth, hold a stranger’s hand, When the fuse runs short, be the last to stand.


Finale

Turn up the amps till the drones lose their drone, Drown out the war drums with a human tone. Choose code with a conscience, choose talk over throne, Put the match in the water before the map is blown. If the night keeps rising and the headlines roar, We’ll sing like a lighthouse from a battered shore— Open war, open wires, but hearts still wired to mend, Turn fear into thunder—and thunder into an end.

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