

Prompt / Lyrics
The drones are humming overhead The news says many more are dead We watch the rockets streak the sky And wonder who will live or die The screens are filled with bursts of light We hear of raids that last all night They say “precision” every hour But houses crumble under power They call it news, we call it pain The tears fall hard like pouring rain The war is more than what we’re shown A world in pieces, blood and stone We see the long lines at the gate Where families learn their child’s fate Body bags laid in careful rows While grief is something no one shows They count the losses on the air As if the numbers make it fair But every figure hides a name A shattered life, a silent frame They call it news, we call it pain The tears fall hard like pouring rain The war is more than what we’re shown A world in pieces, blood and stone The sirens wail, the cities shake As walls and windows start to break A child wakes crying in the dark To echoes of a distant spark We watch from couches far away And change the channel for the day Yet somewhere, under falling stone A mother holds her child alone They call it news, we call it pain The tears fall hard like pouring rain The war is more than what we’re shown A world in pieces, blood and stone They call it news, we call it pain The tears fall hard like pouring rain The war is more than what we’re shown A world in pieces, blood and stone The war is more than what we’re shown A world in pieces, blood and stone
Tags
Dark rootsy, folk‑rock/Americana feel). Like The Band "Cripple Creek Upbeat tempo Male singers
4:34
No
4/11/2026