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In the echoes of Ukraine’s broken streets,
The cries of mothers replace the lullabies.
Children learn war before they know peace,
And rubble replaces their dreams of skies.

A theater of power, painted in blood,
Where egos clash and empires pretend.
Yet not one soldier, not one soul,
Asked for this play that may never end.

Zelenskyy, the people's hope, now dim,
Your laughter cannot drown out the cries.
You play a role for nations to cheer—
But your stage is built on shattered lives.

Putin, your shadow stretches far,
But it cannot cover the truth with fear.
Withdraw your iron, lay down your pride,
And let the dawn of peace draw near.

NATO, UN — where are your hands?
Are they tied with threads of gain?
While cities crumble, and fathers fall,
You measure loss in numbers, not pain.

To Europe — stop scripting this war,
For every cannon you feed with fire,
Another soul is lost to the dark,
Another field becomes a pyre.

Let the people rise — both black and white,
No more division in skin or creed.
We are the seeds of a better world,
Not pawns in a tyrant’s selfish need.

For how long shall the innocent bleed?
For how long shall the silence scream?
Awake, humanity! Tear down the lies —
And give the world back its dream.

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