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No Kings on a Shaking Planet

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March 28, 2026

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No Kings on a Shaking Planet

Verse 1 — No Kings Protests

From county roads to oceanside piers, a thunder in our lungs, Indivisible and unions lit the fuse, 50501 called the drums. After ICE killed citizens in Minneapolis streets, They rose against the war on Iran, the shutdown and the heat. Across every state and over seas, the wave became a ring, And under courthouse lights the Boss tuned up and sang. “I'm not a king,” the headline claimed, but crowds refused the crown, Cardboard signs and steel-stringed hearts, they shook the cities down.

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Verse 2 — Russia-Ukraine War

Over Lviv the sirens wailed, drones like a swarm of crows, St. Andrew’s stones remembered prayers beneath the falling snow. On the Baltic, fires answered back where blackened waters gleam, Primorsk to Ust-Luga burned inside a wakeful dream. Yaroslavl felt the spark, refineries in flame, As prices rode the warwind’s climb, a darker kind of rain. Kyiv’s voice was gravel-torn—air defense running thin, While Washington eyed other sands, and London sent the wind.

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Verse 3 — Strait of Hormuz Crisis

A narrow throat of salt and steel went silent in the night, After thunder over Persia, the seaway lost its light. The IEA rang every bell, cracked open guarded veins, As Europe held a shivering breath and bankers clipped the reins. Traders whispered firestorm, a fever on the screen, An ultimatum walked the strait, a threat within the steam. Yet eastern flags were waved on through, a cage with tilted bars, And tankers turned to mirrors of a sky without the stars.

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Verse 4 — DHS Shutdown, TSA Crisis

Blue shirts at the airport gates counted empty days, Security lines like riverbeds, patience set ablaze. The Senate sent a patchwork bill, carving edges thin, The House laughed off the needlework and tossed it to the wind. An order from the top unfroze a single frozen vein, A paycheck like a lifeboat on a restless, rising plane. But underneath the runway lights the question still remains: Reform the hand that pulled the gun in Minneapolis lanes.

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Verse 5 — “Cuba Is Next”

In Miami’s gilded echo, he smirked and dropped a name, “Cuba is next,” then laughed it off, but tinder loves a flame. He bragged of Caracas broken, with strongmen in the cage, And vowed the fire on Iran would never leave the stage. The diplomat from Havana said, We’re ready, let it come, While analysts traced fault lines where an island could go numb. Old powers signed their papers calling Cuba threat and foe, As Rubio beat the cadence for a change by force to grow.

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Verse 6 — UN on the Slave Trade

At the UN floor the gavel fell, the chamber held its breath, The trade that crossed the salted deep named darkest human death. Ghana and the Union rose to ask what justice means— Apologies, returned art, a fund, and truer schemes. The vote cut through like weather does, a map of doubt and will: Some powers stood against the tide, some chose a stance of still. The law may bend to meet the wound, the Secretary cried, For legacies of shackled fields still walk the world alive.

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Final Chorus / Outro

No kings, no crowns, no thrones on borrowed ground, Engines stall, borders bleed, still we hold the sound. Raise your hands, hold the line—let the rafters sing, When the world is on the brink, shout it: no kings. Guitars like sirens, streets like drums, runway lights ignite, Tankers turn, the statues shake, the midnight blazes bright. From courthouse steps to battlefronts, from council halls to wings— The future kicks the door and roars: No kings, no kings, no kings.

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