No More War for Power and Money

[Intro – Female Spoken Word, calm, razor‑sharp] “For power. For money. For ‘influence’. That’s what they call their reasons. But there isn’t one that can balance a single human life.” [Verse 1 – Male Rap] They talk about “interests”, “regional balance”, “keeping order”, but they’re tracing every sentence ’round a map of gas and borders. Conference hall, closed door, handshakes over catered plates, ink dries on a contract while a city calculates its fate. Middle East on every channel, stocks in green and streets in red, missiles fall on neighborhoods while defense shares rocket ahead. They say “protecting values”, but the value that they mean is the number on a ledger, not the kids below the beams. “Stability in markets”, “national security at stake”, while a mother in a basement feels the concrete start to shake. You can’t sell me “necessary” when the motive’s in plain view: every bomb that finds a target finds a profit margin too. [Pre-Chorus – Male Rap, Female soft harmonies] We see you count in currencies while bodies hit the ground, so we answer from the rubble: not in our name this time around. [Chorus – Female Lead, big, hymn‑like, Male ad-libs] No more war for power and money, not in our name, not on our backs, not with our blood or our worry. No more lives for your accounts, no more tears to feed your counts. We are people, not your yield, not your field of fire and steel – no more war for power and money, this is the last thin line we draw, and it is real. [Instrumental – Piano & pads, 8–12 bars] [Verse 2 – Male Rap] They say it’s “about our values”, but they trade them every day, sell out treaties, sell out climate, sell out wages, sell the ley. “Targeted” and “proportionate” – PR wrapped around a crime, turning oilfields into graveyards, calling slaughter “holding lines”. Heating bills like hostages, food aisles shrinking by the week, they’ll explain it on a talk show as “collateral technique”. Yet the ones who shout “Resolve!” sleep in guarded, heated wings, while a pensioner decides which basic need to let go, stings. From Tehran down to Detroit, from Haifa out to Rome, simple people pay the markup on decisions from a throne. If the only ones who benefit are those who never bleed, then we’re done subsidizing your addiction to this greed. [Pre-Chorus – Duet, more intense] You disguise your hunger as “necessity” and “shield”, but the cost is clear as daylight in the places where we live. [Chorus – Duet, stronger] No more war for power and money, not in our name, not on our backs, not with our blood or our worry. No more lives for your accounts, no more tears to feed your counts. We are people, not your yield, not your field of fire and steel – no more war for power and money, this is the last thin line we draw, and it is real. [Instrumental – Beat break, drums & bass, 8 bars] [Bridge – Female Spoken Word, anklagend, klar] “They call it ‘necessity’. ‘Realpolitik’. But behind every ‘must’ there is a choice. Behind every choice there is someone else expected to pay. We are allowed to say no.” [Verse 3 – Male Rap, rising, defiant] Imagine every language, every city, every town, echoes this one simple sentence that can shut their circus down. “No more war for power and money” on our banners, in our speech, in the votes we cast, the jobs we leave, in what our artists teach. No more contracts with the dealers who arm every burning zone, no more tax breaks for the companies that thrive when lives are blown. No more channels selling carnage as a noble sacrifice, while they cash in ad rev spikes off every single paradise. We won’t fight for shareholder value, won’t enlist for “market trust”, won’t accept a world that treats our kids as columns in the dust. We’re the many, you’re the few, and we’re done being your field – if we walk away from war, your machine has lost its shield. [Pre-Chorus – Both, soft then building] You’ve been betting on our apathy to bankroll your next spree, but this time we sign one statement: “You will not cash in on me.” [Chorus – Final Duet, maximal, anthemic] No more war for power and money, not in our name, not on our backs, not with our blood or our worry. No more lives for your accounts, no more tears to feed your counts. We are people, not your yield, not your field of fire and steel – no more war for power and money, we withdraw the human credit line you used to seal the deal. [Outro – Instrumental, piano & pads, slowly fading, Female Spoken Word, whisper] “No more war for power and money. Only life for life.”