The world is a big, dry field.
 Nations fight like kids over the same patch of dirt.
 Big companies cut the edges for money.
 Borders are just lines in the dust, but people kill for them.
 We fight over dying grass, thinking it makes us strong forever.
 But the rich take the real treasure.
 And kids in war zones breathe only dust from broken dreams.
Greed and lust of great powers and big companies drive it all.
In the cold Arctic, ice melts fast.
 It shows new land full of oil.
 Russia plants flags.
 Canada claims back.
 Denmark eyes Greenland.
 All chase black oil under white ice.
 The prize will drown before the fight ends.
 War boats play games.
 Ice homes fall.
 Animals flee.
 Kids smell truck smoke.
 No jobs.
 Empty snow houses echo empty snow houses.
South in the China Sea, water boils.
 China builds on crushed coral.
 Reefs turn to runways.
 The Philippines cries.
 Vietnam protests.
 America sends ships.
 All hunt fish and oil beneath waves.
 Guns spray mist.
 Rain wipes maps.
 Nets come home empty.
 Villages empty.
 Kids eat sea dust.
 Ships dance.
 Towns sink poorer.
 Youth sit jobless, echoing empty nets, empty nets.
In the Middle East, big powers pull strings.
 Local fighters are puppets.
 Syria’s streets shatter.
 Iran taunts.
 Saudi strikes.
 America arms.
 Yemen’s sky rains bombs.
 Outsiders pay both sides.
 Boom, boom—babies gone, rich men feast.
 Boom, boom—echoes boom, boom in shattered streets.
People flee fire.
 Millions march with nothing.
 Tents shake in the wind. Lebanon, Jordan, and Turkey overflow.
 Borders bark: Not from here.
 Oil that fuelled war once warmed homes.
 Grandmothers clutch bombed school papers.
 Teens swap books for tents.
 Doctors birth by truck light.
 Poor spreads.
 No jobs wave like flags, echoing march with nothing, march with nothing.
Greed and lust of great powers and big companies drive it all.
Poor spreads like sickness.
 No work rips cities.
 States buy weapons, not schools.
 Schools shut.
 Companies mine pain.
 Congo’s red dirt gives gems.
 Nigeria’s mud gives oil.
 Pennies paid, fortunes kept.
 Yemeni youth wait in the sun. Gaza grads walk in the dark. Iraqi workers leave empty towns.
 Leaders sing to owners.
 Companies fake kindness.
 People rot, echoing pennies paid, pennies paid.
In Africa’s dry veins, herders clash.
 Fulani move flocks.
 Maasai guard grass.
 Drought kills green.
 Fights over dust.
 Leaders watch from afar. Talks in cool rooms abroad.
 Land turns to dust.
 Huts hold hunger.
 No work cuts deep, echoing dust over dust, dust over dust.
Even the internet fights.
 Walls rise online.
 Data flies like seeds.
 Computers trained to bite.
 Fake land, real wars.
 Servers drink rivers.
 Kids breathe smoke.
 Poor coders earn crumbs.
 Rich hide in code, echoing fake land, fake land.
The biggest joke is grain.
 Ukraine’s black soil bleeds.
 Barns break.
 Wheat looked like bets.
 Russia blocks.
 Turkey sells, dear.
 South starves silent.
 Stored grain rots first.
 Farmers flee fields.
 Poor piles on ploughed land, echoing bleeds, bleeds, bleeds.
Greed and lust of great powers and big companies drive it all.
The biggest joke is grain.
 Ukraine’s black soil bleeds.
 Barns break.
 Wheat looked like bets.
 Russia blocks.
 Turkey sells, dear.
 South starves silent.
 Stored grain rots first.
 Farmers flee fields.
 Poor piles on ploughed land, echoing bleeds, bleeds, bleeds.
Even the internet fights.
 Walls rise online.
 Data flies like seeds.
 Computers trained to bite.
 Fake land, real wars.
 Servers drink rivers.
 Kids breathe smoke.
 Poor coders earn crumbs.
 Rich hide in code, echoing fake land, fake land.
In Africa’s dry veins, herders clash.
 Fulani move flocks.
 Maasai guard grass.
 Drought kills green.
 Fights over dust.
 Leaders watch from afar. Talks in cool rooms abroad.
 Land turns to dust.
 Huts hold hunger.
 No work cuts deep, echoing dust over dust, dust over dust.
Poor spreads like sickness.
 No work rips cities.
 States buy weapons, not schools.
 Schools shut.
 Armies eat first.
 Companies mine pain.
 Congo’s red dirt gives gems.
 Nigeria’s mud gives oil.
 Pennies paid, fortunes kept.
 Yemeni youth wait in the sun. Gaza grads walk in the dark. Iraqi workers leave empty towns.
 Leaders sing to owners.
 Companies fake kindness.
 People rot, echoing pennies paid, pennies paid.
People flee fire.
 Millions march with nothing.
 Tents shake in the wind. Lebanon, Jordan, and Turkey overflow.
 Borders bark: Not from here.
 Oil that fuelled war once warmed homes.
 Grandmothers clutch bombed school papers.
 Teens swap books for tents.
 Doctors birth by truck light.
 Poor spreads.
 No jobs wave like flags, echoing march with nothing, march with nothing.
In the Middle East, big powers pull strings.
 Local fighters are puppets.
 Syria’s streets shatter.
 Iran taunts.
 Saudi strikes.
 America arms.
 Yemen’s sky rains bombs.
 Outsiders pay both sides.
 Boom, boom—babies gone, rich men feast.
 Boom, boom—echoes boom, boom in shattered streets.
South in the China Sea, water boils.
 China builds on crushed coral.
 Reefs turn to runways.
 The Philippines cries.
 Vietnam protests.
 America sends ships.
 All hunt fish and oil beneath waves.
 Guns spray mist.
 Rain wipes maps.
 Nets come home empty.
 Villages empty.
 Kids eat sea dust.
 Ships dance.
 Towns sink poorer.
 Youth sit jobless, echoing empty nets, empty nets.
In the cold Arctic, ice melts fast.
 It shows new land full of oil.
 Russia plants flags.
 Canada claims back.
 Denmark eyes Greenland.
 All chase black oil under white ice.
 The prize will drown before the fight ends.
 War boats play games.
 Ice homes fall.
 Animals flee.
 Kids smell truck smoke.
 No jobs.
 Empty snow houses echo empty snow houses.
The world is a big, dry field.
 Nations fight like kids over the same patch of dirt.
 Big companies cut the edges for money.
 Borders are just lines in the dust, but people kill for them.
 We fight over dying grass, thinking it makes us strong forever.
 But the rich take the real treasure.
 And kids in war zones breathe only dust from broken dreams.
