When the world falls

Ain’t no warning louder than silence.

No sirens.

No headlines.

Just darkness creeping slow…

And suddenly,

we all know.

Sky turn red, air smell strange,

Oceans rise, cities rearrange.

Bees don’t buzz, birds don’t fly,

Kids ask why the rivers run dry.

Machines talk louder than the people now,

AI runnin’ plays, we forgot how.

Politics lie, bullets fly,

Another bomb drop, no one ask why.

Scroll the feed — all fear, no truth,

Leaders play chess while we lose youth.

Ice caps melt, hearts turn cold,

We traded our souls just to buy more gold.

When the world falls down, who do you call?

When the skies turn black, who takes the fall?

When the lights go out and the towers burn,

Do we cry, do we fight, do we ever learn?

This ain't sci-fi, it’s real, it’s now,

The end ain't loud — it creeps somehow.

So if today’s the last, I spit this vow:

I won’t leave quiet — I’ll go out proud.

Sirens scream, streets run red,

No safe zone, nowhere to tread.

Food lines long, trust runs thin,

The rich in bunkers, the poor can't win.

Fires burn where hope used to grow,

Smoke in the lungs of kids we know.

The earth fights back — hurricanes talk,

While we argue over tweets and walk.

Used to dream of stars and fame,

Now I pray just to see one more name.

Screens lie, gods fall, truth’s cracked,

And the world we knew ain’t coming back.

When the world falls down, who stands tall?

Is it the meek, the bold — or none at all?

When the earth says "stop," and the sky says "no,"

Do we freeze in fear or grow from woe?

If this is the end, then let it be fire,

Not from hate — but burning desire.

To love, to live, to stand and shout,

If the world ends now — we go all out.

I write this verse for the last to breathe,

For the kids with dreams we failed to leave.

If they dig up this track from dust,

Let 'em know we tried — though not enough.

We chased likes more than life itself,

Let tech replace human health and wealth.

Built towers high, but lost our roots,

And truth got traded for viral loops.

But I still believe in the final spark,

That even in ash, light finds the dark.

So if this is it, I won’t retreat —

I’ll spit truth till my voice depletes.

And when that silence falls,

After the last beat drops…

May these bars be the echo

that says:

“We were here.”