Verse 1 This is not a rumor, not a guess, not spin, January seventh, he put it in ink. Signed a memo, every agency in line, Pull the U.S. out — sixty-six at a time. Thirty-one tied to the U.N. name, Thirty-five more, all cut the same. Climate, women, science, rights, Walked away in a single night. Pre-Chorus They said it’s “national interest,” said it’s “waste,” But read the list — look at the face. Chorus This is what’s happening now, Not theory, not someday, not how. We left the rooms where the world decides, Climate, health, and human lives. This isn’t trimming, this is a break, Pulled the beams from the house we made. If you’re wondering how the ground gave way— This is what’s happening today. Verse 2 UNF triple C — gone, Only country in the world to walk. IPCC — the science line, Shut the door on the warning signs. UN Women — erased from the page, Gender equity filed under “not our lane.” They say sovereignty means standing alone, But power loves no witness, no home. Pre-Chorus You don’t quit the table to lead the room, You quit the rules to make your own. Chorus This is what’s happening now, Not headlines drifting by somehow. Pandemics, heat, displacement waves, We stepped away from how they’re faced. This isn’t pause, this isn’t reform, It’s cutting the wires in a gathering storm. If you’re asking why the lights went out— This is what’s happening now. Verse 3 He says he wants Greenland, says it out loud, The world responds — thirty-two flags around. Collective defense, that’s the line, So he pulls away from oversight. Out of the U.N., out of the frame, Out of the rooms where decisions remain. You can’t be checked if you leave the court, You can’t be judged if you torch the report. Bridge Post-war order, built from ash, So never again would end like that. Cooperation wasn’t charity, It was survival policy. Now rivals stay, they shape the rules, While we clap for broken tools. This isn’t retreat by accident or chance, It’s demolition by advance. Final Chorus This is what’s happening now, Say it clean, say it out loud. We gave up influence, voice, and seat, While crises move faster than retreat. This isn’t strength, this isn’t pride, It’s leaving the fire exits locked from inside. History won’t ask if we meant it well— It’ll ask who warned, and who rang the bell. Outro This is not abstract. This is policy. This is power removing witnesses. And this is the moment we decide whether truth stays quiet or gets said.
