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In ’38 they signed away,

A nation’s soul to buy one day.

Chamberlain held the paper high,

“Peace in our time” — a fatal lie.

We’ve read that script, we know that play,

The cost of giving freedom away.

Not again, we won’t concede,

To the tyrant’s lies, to the tyrant’s greed.

You can’t buy peace with another’s land,

It slips like blood through an open hand.

The lesson’s carved, the truth still stands—

Not again.

Kyiv burns while the world debates,

History knocking at the gates.

Some would bargain, some would bend,

But appeasement never finds an end.

We’ve heard those words, we’ve seen that smile,

A false reprieve, a dead denial.

Not again, we won’t concede,

To the tyrant’s lies, to the tyrant’s greed.

You can’t buy peace with another’s land,

It slips like blood through an open hand.

The lesson’s carved, the truth still stands—

Not again.

Raise the banner, draw the line,

No more “peace for our time.”

From Munich’s shame to Kyiv’s streets,

We know what happens when freedom retreats.

Not again, the world must see,

No surrender, no decree.

You can’t make peace with a hungry gun,

The fight for freedom is never done.

The lesson’s carved, the truth still stands—

Not again.

Not again