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Lines, Borders, and Bridges

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January 18, 2026

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Lines, Borders, and Bridges

Verse 1

In Minneapolis the winter air was sharp with grief, Renee Good fell where the sirens sang disbelief, A judge drew a line to shield the peaceful hands, While the drumbeat of the Insurrection Act shook the land. Probes into Walz and Frey lit up the night like flares, Airborne boots stood waiting somewhere up the stairs, And when prosecutors walked, Pam Bondi slammed the door, We keep asking what authority is even for.

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Verse 2

Across the sea, a next phase whispers through the pain, A technocratic council takes the helm of Gaza’s plain, Ali Shaath with steadied eyes, Mladenov on the wire, Speaking of rebuilding, laying down the guns and fire. But the ceasefire tore and bled in too many broken dawns, Names in the dust, Ran Gvili’s memory carried on, Promises of stepping back to let new roofs rise, Are only as strong as the truth behind our lies.

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Chorus

We’re drawing lines, we’re building bridges, We’re learning where the fire edges, From city streets to distant sand, We hold our ground, we lend a hand. If power shouts, let people sing, Turn the siren into spring, We’re drawing lines, we’re building bridges, Till the light outlasts the frigid.

Verse 3

In Uganda, ballots fell like shadows on the drum, The longtime ruler crowned while the networks all went numb, Bobi Wine slipped the raid, his family held inside, Butambala counted ghosts before the morning dried. The UN called the chill of fear by its name, Machines went dark, and blame became a game, Stuffed boxes, whispered threats, a silence breaking skin, How long can you cage a country’s breathing in?

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Verse 4

Over Greenland’s ice the tariff talk ran cold, Troops on drills moved careful in a borrowed hold, Crowds in Copenhagen, Nuuk with raised, bright hands, “Hands off Greenland” rang across the restless lands. Most who call that island home want no foreign crown, A cross-aisle visit tried to calm the fever down, The West Wing brushed it off, a small and distant fuss, But the smallest songs can shake the heaviest bus.

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Chorus

Verse 5

In Richmond, history stepped up to the flagstone stage, Abigail Spanberger turned a brand-new page, Alongside Ghazala Hashmi breaking steel-blue glass, Jay Jones raised a gavel that could finally pass. Orders signed with daylight, one unhooked the towns From tethered hands to federal roundups’ bounds, A chorus of the firsts, but more than what they are, The way a door once bolted swings a little far.

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Verse 6

Down in Carolina, measles burned across the map, Herd walls fell and let the embers lap, Mostly children on the line where shots once stood, A spread that leapt to neighbors through misunderstood. The warnings say the same old thing in a brand-new ache, We can catch each other sooner than we break, After years already scarred by a preventable flame, It’s mercy, not the math, that must carry the day.

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Bridge

Count the names, not the numbers, hold the pulse, not the score, Turn the border to a binding, make a haven out of war, If tomorrow feels uncertain, let the chorus be the proof: People power is a lighthouse, keepers holding up the roof.

Final Chorus (Exciting Ending)

We’re drawing lines, we’re building bridges, We’re stronger where the cliff-edge ridges, From North Star nights to Gaza sand, From Kampala streets to frozen land, If power shouts, let people sing, Beat the winter into spring, Raise your hands, unlock the hinges— We’re the light that never flinches. We’re drawing lines, we’re building bridges, And we’ll cross them, all together, till it lifts and never frigid.

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