Music can’t solve wars…
but it can make us stop and think.

Listen carefully.
Feel it.
Tell me what you hear.

MABG

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We built our cities out of fire,
Called it progress, called it power.
But every spark we glorified
Left another sky to darken.


No flags in this perspective,
No sides drawn in the sand.
Just mothers watching headlines
With trembling in their hands.

Screens glow in the midnight,
Numbers rising slow…
Every border line we redraw
Leaves another heart below.



How many echoes
Can the future take?
How many promises
Do we have to break?



If we keep marching into flames,
Calling it defense, calling it fate,
Who will stand when the smoke clears out?
What will we have left to save?

We’re not asking who is right —
We’re asking what remains…
When history writes this chapter
In ashes and in names.



Children learning sirens
Before they learn to dream.
Leaders drawing red lines
Like it’s just another scheme.

The earth keeps spinning silent,
It doesn’t choose a side.
It only keeps the memory
Of every tear we hide.

Maybe the question isn’t victory.
Maybe it’s survival.

Maybe the question isn’t borders.
Maybe it’s tomorrow.

If we keep feeding every fear,
Fueling every ancient scar,
Will we recognize the world
When we remember who we are?

No blame. No crown. No throne.
Just a fragile human flame…
Tell me where this road will lead
If we keep playing this same game.

The future’s watching quietly…
What will we teach its name?