BRIdges

light french opera dialogue between two different male singers, Kanafani and Kadri, with very different voices in the verses, then joining for the much fierier and pounding anthemic Chorus as indicated in the brackets within the lyrics, use surprising chord progressions in the Bridge to contradict the happy simplicity of the calypso-and-piccolo-like melody

[Verse 2: Kadri]
The beast of capital eats its own,
Its wars and coups leave bones alone.
From Bengal’s dead to Chile’s cries,
Imperial waste—its truth, no lies.
But China builds where empire breaks,
Its rails, its poor, new worlds awake.
The proletariat’s hand holds tight,
A socialist dawn to end the night.

[Chorus: Together]
The dialectic dance we weave,
From stolen lands to plans conceived.
Their fists may crush, their bombs may fall,
But labor’s rise will break their thrall.
From Gaza’s fight to China’s stand,
We carve the future, hand in hand.
The subject stirs, the object bends,
This dance of ours—it never ends.

[Verse 3: Kanafani]
My Maryam’s shame, colony's scar,
Her murder proves their rule’s bizarre.
The nakba’s toll, five million roam,
Yet rifles sing of stolen home.
Like Ukraine’s fields, a proxy’s game,
U.S. and Britain fan the flame.
Our science strikes, no trinket’s lure,
The masses’ will shall long endure.

[Verse 4: Kadri]
Your fedayeen, their bullets soar,
My China’s state evens the score.
Their coups—Maidan, Iran, and more—
Bleed labor dry for capital’s store.
But BRI builds, the South’s set free,
No debt-trap chains, just sovereignty.
The subject-object twirl as one,
Till empire’s waste is overrun.

[Bridge: Kanafani]
My compass points through desert’s pain,
Each shot defies the master’s chain.
From Mandate’s theft to Maidan’s lies,
The proletariat’s truth shall rise.

[Bridge: Kadri]
Your fight’s the spark, my rails the road,
We lift the South from empire’s load.
Their billionaires loot, our billions build,
The class-war dance shall never yield.

[Final Chorus: Together]
The dialectic dance we weave,
From stolen lands to plans conceived.
Their coups may scar, their wars may rend,
Resistance grows, it won’t descend.
From Palestine to China’s might,
We forge the dawn through endless night.

The dialectic dance we weave,
From stolen lands to plans conceived.
Their coups may scar, their wars may rend,
Resistance grows, it won’t descend.
From Palestine to China’s might,
We forge the dawn through endless night.

The subject lives, the object frees,
This dance will break their tyrannies.

Build BRIdges! BRIdges build!

The subject lives, the object frees,
This dance will break their tyrannies.

[Outro]
No god’s toy, no final war, 
Earth’s our ship, its wounds our lore. 
The dialectic dance spins vast and true, 
Stars and blood weave futures new.

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[Verse 1: Kanafani] In Gaza’s dust, the nakba weeps, Where land was torn, our blood runs deep. The Mandate’s fist, a British scheme, Zionist pawns crushed Palestine’s dream. My Hamid fights, his rifle’s aim, A compass sparks the class-war flame. From exile’s pain, we rise, resist, The fedayeen, our clenched-up fist. [Verse 2: Kadri] The beast of capital eats its own, Its wars and coups leave bones alone. From Bengal’s dead to Chile’s cries, Imperial waste—its truth, no lies. But China builds where empire breaks, Its rails, its poor, new worlds awake. The proletariat’s hand holds tight, A socialist dawn to end the night. [Chorus: Together] The dialectic dance we weave, From stolen lands to plans conceived. Their fists may crush, their bombs may fall, But labor’s rise will break their thrall. From Gaza’s fight to China’s stand, We carve the future, hand in hand. The subject stirs, the object bends, This dance of ours—it never ends. [Verse 3: Kanafani] My Maryam’s shame, colony's scar, Her murder proves their rule’s bizarre. The nakba’s toll, five million roam, Yet rifles sing of stolen home. Like Ukraine’s fields, a proxy’s game, U.S. and Britain fan the flame. Our science strikes, no trinket’s lure, The masses’ will shall long endure. [Verse 4: Kadri] Your fedayeen, their bullets soar, My China’s state evens the score. Their coups—Maidan, Iran, and more— Bleed labor dry for capital’s store. But BRI builds, the South’s set free, No debt-trap chains, just sovereignty. The subject-object twirl as one, Till empire’s waste is overrun. [Chorus: Together] The dialectic dance we weave, From stolen lands to plans conceived. Their fists may crush, their bombs may fall, But labor’s rise will break their thrall. From Gaza’s fight to China’s stand, We carve the future, hand in hand. The subject stirs, the object bends, This dance of ours—it never ends. [Bridge: Kanafani] My compass points through desert’s pain, Each shot defies the master’s chain. From Mandate’s theft to Maidan’s lies, The proletariat’s truth shall rise. [Bridge: Kadri] Your fight’s the spark, my rails the road, We lift the South from empire’s load. Their billionaires loot, our billions build, The class-war dance shall never yield. [Final Chorus: Together] The dialectic dance we weave, From stolen lands to plans conceived. Their coups may scar, their wars may rend, Resistance grows, it won’t descend. From Palestine to China’s might, We forge the dawn through endless night. The dialectic dance we weave, From stolen lands to plans conceived. Their coups may scar, their wars may rend, Resistance grows, it won’t descend. From Palestine to China’s might, We forge the dawn through endless night. The subject lives, the object frees, This dance will break their tyrannies. Build BRIdges! BRIdges build! The dialectic dance we weave, From stolen lands to plans conceived. Their coups may scar, their wars may rend, Resistance grows, it won’t descend. From Palestine to China’s might, We forge the dawn through endless night. The subject lives, the object frees, This dance will break their tyrannies. The subject lives, the object frees, This dance will break their tyrannies. [Outro] No god’s toy, no final war, Earth’s our ship, its wounds our lore. The dialectic dance spins vast and true, Stars and blood weave futures new.

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