(Whisper Intro) They asked: “Why do you care about Gaza… if it’s far away from you?” And I answered: Because distance has never protected humanity from becoming blind. ⸻ (Verse 1) Gaza is not only fire. Not only ruins. Not only children under dust. Gaza is a warning. A rehearsal repeated through centuries with different names, different flags, different empires. Yesterday they crossed oceans with Bibles and cannons, calling conquest “civilization.” America saw the rehearsal. Africa survived the rehearsal. Vietnam burned inside the rehearsal. Bosnia cried through the rehearsal. Iraq drowned in the rehearsal. Palestine lives the rehearsal. Always the same machinery: first silence, then propaganda, then fear, then hunger, then bombs, then excuses. History changes uniforms, but the machinery survives. First they erase the humanity. Then they erase the homes. Then they erase the memory. And finally… they erase the truth. ⸻ (Build) Every empire whispers: “This time is necessary…” But every grave says otherwise. ⸻ (Chorus) GAZA IS A REHEARSAL. Not the first. Not the last. A laboratory of silence broadcast live to the world. And if people can watch suffering without feeling anything anymore… then the experiment succeeded. Because genocide never begins with bombs. It begins when human beings become numbers. ⸻ [INSTRUMENTAL BREAK] [Slow emotional blues guitar] [Deep cinematic bass] [Distant war drums] [Radio static] [Long silence] ⸻ (Verse 2) Columbus called it discovery. Empires called it progress. Politicians called it security. Television called it conflict. But mothers called it loss. Children called it fear. And the earth… called it blood. The map keeps changing, but the script remains untouched. Different century. Different language. Same rehearsal. ⸻ (Climb) One people today… another tomorrow… because power never stops hungry. ⸻ (Final Chorus) Gaza is a rehearsal for a world losing its soul. And those who stay silent now may one day discover their own name inside the same fire. Because injustice never stays behind walls. It travels. It learns. It returns. ⸻ (Outro – whisper) No empire survives forever… but memory does.
