No more w*r

The children’s laughter fills the air, A fragile world we swore to share. But hands that sign and hands that build Are crafting storms that b***d has spilled. Can you hear the distant cries? Through the smoke, their light still tries. We plant the seeds of what we reap— Why feed the fires where angels weep? Oh, let our hearts be bridges, not the bombs, Let love outlast the triggers and the wrongs. No more factories of fear and flame, Our children’s future’s not a game. Echoes of tomorrow call your name— Will you stand tall or d***n in shame? The maps they draw with lines of greed, But Gaza’s shores still softly bleed. A mother’s tears, a father’s plea, Are whispers lost to tyranny. We raise our voice, a trembling song— How many hearts to w*r belong? The tools of death, our land should shun, For peace begins when w*r is done. Oh, let our hearts be bridges, not the bombs, Let love outlast the triggers and the wrongs. No more factories of fear and flame, Our children’s future’s not a game. Echoes of tomorrow call your name— Will you stand tall or d***n in shame? Imagine if their faces wore The names you love, the ones you bore. Would you trade metal for their breath? Or choose a path that conquers death? Oh, let our hearts be bridges, not the bombs, Let love outlast the triggers and the wrongs. No more factories of fear and flame, Our children’s future’s not a game. Echoes of tomorrow call your name— Will you stand tall or d***n in shame?