Powder Keg Planet

[Intro – Female Spoken Word, low, somber] “They call it ‘regional conflict’. But you can feel the tremors under every living room floor.” [Verse 1 – Male Rap] Clock ticks, headlines bleed, same war, different screen, Middle East on fire again, we pretend it’s just a scene. Maps on TV glowing red, arrows drawn by steady hands, but they never show the faces buried underneath the sand. Diplomats in distant rooms talk in code and sterile terms, “deterrence”, “interests”, “preemptive” – dressed-up words for what still burns. A drone strike here, a counter there, they call it “measured”, “pro”, but a father’s holding ashes where his child was hours ago. They play a quiet game of chess, we’re the pieces, they’re the board, a powder keg beneath our feet, every matchstick “by accord”. And while they gamble futures like a number on a screen, we’re the ones who feel the price in every “breaking news” they stream. [Pre-Chorus – Male Rap, Female soft harmonies] They say, “Stay calm, it’s far away, trust the plan, we’re in control”, but the shockwave cracks the pavement that we’re standing on at home. [Chorus – Female Lead, haunting, Male ad-libs] Powder keg planet, ticking in the dark, one more spark and it’s a world set apart. From the markets to the shelter, every border, every town, if we let them light the fuse, it’s gonna drag us all down. Powder keg planet, this is not a game, we’re the ones who burn while they escape the flames. [Instrumental – Dark strings and pads, 8–12 bars, tension building] [Verse 2 – Male Rap] Tankers on the ocean, pipelines like a fragile vein, one more strike and all that oil turns to panic, turns to pain. Empty shelves and soaring bills, nights too cold to really sleep, mental health on overload while the stock charts climb and leap. They’ll say “sacrifice is needed”, “this is how we hold the line”, while they’re flying private exits, we’re just trying to survive. Your rent goes up, your wage stays flat, your fridge begins to thin, and every bomb that hits a port echoes where your days begin. They talk about “security” while cutting through supply, and kids in cities far from war start asking “Will we die?” ‘Cause when a region turns to fire, smoke don’t read no visa stamps, it moves through markets, minds and bodies, every heart and every bank. [Pre-Chorus – Duet, more intense] They say, “Stay calm, it’s far away, trust the plan, we’re in control”, but the tremor’s in our pulses and it’s shaking every soul. [Chorus – Duet, stronger] Powder keg planet, ticking in the dark, one more spark and it’s a world set apart. From the markets to the shelter, every border, every town, if we let them light the fuse, it’s gonna drag us all down. Powder keg planet, this is not a game, we’re the ones who burn while they escape the flames. [Instrumental – Beat break, heavy drums & bass, 8 bars] [Bridge – Female Spoken Word, urgent, clear] “It’s not just their desert, their holy sites, their politics. It’s our food, our heat, our minds. When they call it ‘limited’, remember: the limit is never where they draw the line. It’s where we refuse to follow.” [Verse 3 – Male Rap, increasingly fierce] Picture this: they sign the orders, but no one shows up to fight, no more “small folks” on the front line paying for the Greats’ delight. No recruits to hold the rifles, no consent for one more raid, ‘cause the people learned the pattern and they’re done being betrayed. From Tehran to Tel Aviv, from London out to L.A., same anxiety and pressure, different language, same decay. And if we see the common thread that ties our throats in fear, we can cut it with a chorus that they never want to hear. We’re not numbers in their briefings, we’re not “costs” in some report, we’re the lungs of every nation they keep dragging into war. If we stand and say together, “Not in our name, not this time”, this powder keg might cool instead of blowing up the sky. [Pre-Chorus – Both, soft start, then rising] They say, “Stay calm, it’s far away”, but we feel it in our bones, and the moment we stand up as one, this fuse is not their own. [Chorus – Final Duet, anthemic] Powder keg planet, ticking in the dark, but a billion beating hearts can still disarm the spark. From the cities to the villages, every border, every town, if we rise and break the script, we can turn this fire down. Powder keg planet – we refuse the game, no more dying for their power, for their money, for their fame. [Outro – Instrumental, strings and pads fading, Female Spoken Word, whisper] “They hold the matches. But we are the world they’re trying to burn.”