In bygone days, the “Network” film spoke,
A voice enraged, through chaos broke.
“I’m mad as hell, I won’t take this anymore!”
The people’s cry, their inner roar.
A satire, sharp and boldly true,
The media’s tricks come into view.
They spin the world in twisted games,
Make war and death simply household names.
Behind the screens, the powers rise,
With greed in hearts and hidden lies.
Corporations, governments, hand in hand,
Turning nations into shifting sand.
And now we stand, at history’s gate,
With bombs that whisper of a fate.
Where peace may die, and fire may reign,
If we don’t act, we’ll feel the pain.
The US once the mightiest land,
Now grasps at power with trembling hand.
It clings to wars it can’t afford,
With gunfighter ego, but a double-edged sword.
Yet Russia, and China, draw the line,
With multipolar futures they start to shine.
A world of peace, a different day?
Not bound by war, but a peaceful way?
So who provokes? Who fans the flame?
When most of us wish to end the game.
The answer lies in pride too tall,
To see the writing on the wall.
The missiles launch, the leaders cry,
Yet something stirs, beneath the sky.
A will for change, a path to peace,
The time has come to make wars cease.
What can we do? Where lies our might?
The power’s there, if we all unite.
Vote with clarity, and protest loud,
Rise above the senseless crowd.
The time is now, to make our stand,
With empathy, love—take each hand.
To challenge hate, to end the lies,
To seek a world where hope still flies.
Will we bow down, or will we fight?
For truth, for peace, for what is right?
The warrior within must rise once more,
“I’m mad as hell!”—the People roar.
