We Refuse to Be Your War

[Intro – Female Spoken Word, quiet, unwavering] “They can own the weapons, the headlines, the offices. But they do not own us. We refuse to be their war.” [Verse 1 – Male Rap] They draft us in their language long before they draft our names, “our response”, “our duty”, “we must act” in all their frames. They say “we” like we agreed, like we co‑signed every shell, like we shared their private meetings, like we stood inside that hell. But we were busy paying rent, holding families, patching holes, we were never asked “You coming?” when they set these bloody goals. They just stamp our flags on bombers, on the budget and the kill, then pretend our silent struggle means we’re backing up their will. Every time they say “our forces”, “our position”, “we must stand”, what they really mean is “your kids, your paycheck, your hands.” [Pre-Chorus – Male Rap, Female soft harmonies] So let’s tear the word “we” from every speech they try to sell, ’cause unless we clearly choose it, they can’t speak for us as well. [Chorus – Female Lead, powerful, Male ad-libs] We refuse to be your war, not our bodies, not our labor, not our silence anymore. You can sign what you want, in your halls of glass and chrome, but you won’t use our lives like dice you’re rolling from your throne. We refuse to be your war – we are flesh, we are dreams, we are love, not your score. [Instrumental – Piano & pads, 8–12 bars] [Verse 2 – Male Rap] From the desert to the high‑rise, from the village to the block, ordinary people carry what explodes from every “shock”. A baker in Damascus, nurse in London, kid in Rome, all of them absorb the shrapnel when a leader leaves the zone. They can argue “who fired first” until the end of all our days, but the ones who die don’t benefit from any of their plays. We’re not arrows on their slide deck, we’re not units on a chart, we’re the beating, breaking center of the thing they call “the heart”. So next time they say “inevitable”, “no options left but force”, remember: someone typed that line while you were living your own course. [Pre-Chorus – Duet, more intense] They keep borrowing our “we” to make their killing sound correct, but that “we” is ours to grant – and we’re here to disconnect. [Chorus – Duet, stronger] We refuse to be your war, not our bodies, not our labor, not our silence anymore. You can sign what you want, in your halls of glass and chrome, but you won’t use our lives like dice you’re rolling from your throne. We refuse to be your war – we are flesh, we are dreams, we are love, not your score. [Instrumental – Beat break, drums & bass, 8 bars] [Bridge – Female Spoken Word, clear, cutting] “They say ‘We decided.’ ‘We attacked.’ ‘We had to.’ But ‘we’ means nothing without you. Without your taxes, your work, your children, your consent. Withdraw any of these, and their ‘we’ falls apart.” [Verse 3 – Male Rap, rising, resolute] Picture headlines forced to change once “we” stops playing along, “No support for intervention” as the chant in every song. Picture docks with idle crates ‘cause no one’s loading one more gun, factories retooled for healing, not for ending someone’s son. Picture ballots like a firewall, blocking those who thirst for flames, picture schools that teach us early how to question power games. Picture kids in every country learning “we” means “all of us” – not a mask for those in towers when they tell the world to trust. We can still be “we the people” without being “we at war,” we can still defend each other without opening that door. And if anyone insists that “we” must bleed for their design, let our answer shake the ground: “Not this we. Not this time.” [Pre-Chorus – Both, soft then building] They can keep their old pronouncements, but we’ll rewrite every verse, ’cause a “we” that chooses peace is stronger than the “we” that chooses hurt. [Chorus – Final Duet, anthemic, closing statement] We refuse to be your war, not our bodies, not our labor, not our silence anymore. You can sign what you want, in your halls of glass and chrome, but you won’t use our lives like dice you’re rolling from your throne. We refuse to be your war – we are people, we are many, we are done being your corps. We refuse to be your war – write it loud on every street, ’til the only “we” that matters is the one that stays on its feet. [Outro – Instrumental, piano & pads fading, Female Spoken Word, whisper] “They can plan a thousand wars. But not one can exist without us. We refuse.”