One Blood

We march in iron echoes, flags stitched to our bones,

Marching lines of borrowed thunder down unmarked roads.

Names on rusted plaques that no one meant to read,

Children draw their fathers as ghosts where gardens used to be.

Concrete hymns and whispered deals, they sell us cause and cost,

We learn to count the casualties and forget the ones we lost.

They teach us how to hate in colors, how to bleed in tongues,

While mothers stitch the empty shirts, the lullaby unsung.

And every trumpet sounds the same — a hollow, paper call,

The sky is full of promises that never shelter all.

We are one blood under the sun,

No borders in the salt of our wounds.

Stop burning names into the sand —

We’re not machines, we’re not commands.

There’s only one race left to love:

We are human, nothing above.

A boy kneels with a toy bolt-gun in a crater with no name,

He counts the stars for company — the constellations are aflame.

The air tastes like a memory of dinners never shared,

You can see the cost in cobalt nights, in faces stripped and bared.

They give us maps of others’ grief, and points to stake our pride,

But under helmets, under coats, the fear is all the same inside.

What empire blooms upon the graves where silence plants its seed?

What victory can justify the harvest of the bleed?

The radios keep whispering the gospel of the line,

But when the smoke clears, what remains is only time.

We are one blood under the sun,

No borders in the salt of our wounds.

Stop burning names into the sand —

We’re not machines, we’re not commands.

There’s only one race left to love:

We are human, nothing above.

Remember the hands that held you when you first learned to stand.

Remember the eyes that watched the first step of your plan.

Those hands are the same across the wire, across the sea —

And when they close forever, what do we leave to be?

How many graves until the lesson sticks?

How many mothers until the world admits?

We count the dead like inventory, but these are souls, not stock!

Tear down the fences, burn the ledgers, stop this clock!

We are one blood under the sun,

Hear the heartbeat — not a gun.

Stop the names, stop the lines, stop the lies they’ve made,

Let the children write the future with a peace we won’t trade.

There’s only one race left to love:

We are human, nothing above.

So lay down banners, fold the steel, unlearn the orders given,

Hands unclench, and in that pause, we choose the world we’re livin’.

If courage is to love the ones they told us to despise,

Then courage is to see the truth: we share the same sunrise.

We are one. We are blood. We are human.