
Headlines in a Minor Key
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Headlines in a Minor Key
Verse 1 — DHS showdown
The clock leans hard toward shutdown on a border made of bills, Senate winds blew back the drafts with immigration chills. They’re asking for real warrants, for cameras on the vests, After shots in Minneapolis put justice to the test. Airports, storms, and coastlines brace while pay is held at sea, The ones called “essential” still show up faithfully.
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Trump administration says it is ending its immigration surge in Minnesota
Trump border czar Tom Homan announces Minnesota immigration surge is ending
Tom Homan announces end of ICE operation Metro Surge in Minnesota
Trump administration to end Minnesota immigration crackdown
Chorus
Oh the world keeps turning, headlines hum in a minor key, We count the heartbeats, not the tallies on a screen. Raise a hand for mercy, hold a light for what should be— Truth is a long road home, come walk that road with me.
Verse 2 — Metro Surge ends
In the North, the sirens softened, “Metro Surge” was called to end, Tom Homan closed the chapter, but the wounds are slow to mend. Renee Good and Alex Pretti—names the night will not release, Protests thundered through the cities, begging power to choose peace. The governor called it tragic, pitched a fund to help the street, Polls turned cold as winter steel beneath the marching feet.
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Iran's President apologises to 'all those affected' by protests, crackdown
Pezeshkian calls for unity as Iran marks 1979 Revolution anniversary
Iran protests 2026: UK and international response
Iran's president apologises for brutal protests crackdown
Verse 3 — Iran’s apology
In Tehran, the leader whispered, “We are shamed before our own,” Candles for the fallen where the seeds of hunger’d grown. He vowed to help the families, said the atom won’t be armed, As Washington keeps talking, hoping tempers can be calmed. The echoes of the crackdown chase the dusk across the land, May the grieving find an answer in an open, outstretched hand.
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Nancy Guthrie disappearance: FBI reveals description of suspect
Bitcoin reportedly sent to wallet associated with Nancy Guthrie's ransom letter
Chorus
Oh the world keeps turning, headlines hum in a minor key, We count the heartbeats, not the tallies on a screen. Raise a hand for mercy, hold a light for what should be— Truth is a long road home, come walk that road with me.
Verse 4 — The Tucson search
In Tucson, porch lights flicker for a mother gone at night, A doorbell’s blinded eyelid, tiled floor stained with fright. The Bureau sketched a stranger as the phones began to ring, A cruel fake ransom faltered, then was severed from its sting. Cold coins on chains of code were traced across the wire, May every lead burn brighter, like a beacon set on fire.
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Russia-Ukraine war: List of key events, day 1,449
War - Ukrinform
The Russia-Ukraine War Report Card, Feb. 11, 2026
Verse 5 — War’s gray morning
Kyiv woke to windows breathing dust and bitter rain, An ambulance in Kharkiv met a drone and met the pain. A family’s quiet story ended under falling sky, While back across the border, flames at oil towers rise. From capitals in Europe came a careful, measured “no” To a polished peace committee dressed for someone else’s show.
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Partial government shutdown looms as ICE negotiations stall
DHS shutdown all but certain as Democrats and Trump White House can't cut deal
DHS expected to shut down as immigration talks falter
A partial government shutdown is about to hit DHS
Verse 6 — The grand jury’s no
A jury in the federal hush said, “Not today, no case,” For a senator and colleagues who had spoken to the base: “Disobey what isn’t lawful”—that was all the video held, Justice pushed the charge, but then the public gateway held. Mark Kelly named the playbook, said it tasted of control, Even rivals breathed a sigh, feeling brakes upon the roll.
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Final Chorus — Exciting ending
Oh the world keeps turning, but tonight we choose to see, We count the heartbeats, not the tallies on a screen. Raise a hand for mercy, raise a living, fearless plea— Truth is a drumline now, come crash it, wild and free.
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Strike up the streetlamp choir, ring out the breaking day, From shutdown lines to open doors, we’ll sing it anyway. Name the lost, lift the fallen, let the last first be— Headlines in a minor key, resolve to A to C.
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