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Verse 1
I wake with the pulse of dying stars behind my eyes,
a furnace heart beating molten iron and disbelief.
I see the world pretending calm,
scrolling past the slaughter with a quiet shrug,
counting coins while children burn,
and saying peace like it’s a spell for sleep.
How can they breathe when every breath tastes of ash?
How can they eat when every field grows from bones?
Verse 2
I am seething with the rage of a red super giant,
expanding, bleeding light across the dark,
filling space with a scream that no one hears.
You call it passion when it’s really pain,
you call it poetry when it’s really grief.
I’m burning so bright I tear myself apart,
and still, you look away,
pretending this is normal.
Chorus
Why don’t you see it?
Why don’t you feel it claw beneath your skin?
The world is on fire, and you call it sunrise,
but I see the pyre we built for our own children.
Verse 3
History doesn’t whisper, it roars;
it cries out from the trenches and the camps,
from the ghosts of villages erased,
from the photographs no one dares to frame.
We said “never again, and yet here we are,
again and again and again.
Do you not feel the heat from those words?
Do you not see how the promise burns like paper?
Bridge 1
I want to ask, but my throat is a solar flare,
too bright, too violent for language.
The question hangs like radiation in the void,
Why isn’t everyone else angry too?
Why isn’t the sky split open with your scream?
Why does your heart beat quiet in a world of bombs?
Why do you sleep through the sound of history breaking?
Why do you still call this peace?
Verse 4
I am so tired of metaphors,
of polite despair dressed up as art,
of mourning turned to mood lighting.
This isn’t performance, this is combustion.
There is blood on the algorithm,
and laughter echoing through pipelines of sorrow.
You talk of balance,
but what scales can weigh a life against convenience?
Chorus 2
Why don’t you see it?
Why don’t you feel it burn your hands too?
How many wars must we rename to sleep at night,
how many lies before your voice trembles like mine?
Bridge 2
Maybe I was made wrong,
maybe my soul is wired to scream when others hum.
Maybe empathy’s a curse,
a fever that won’t let go.
But I can’t look at the world and stay calm,
I can’t watch cruelty become routine.
I am incandescent,
I am every atom remembering the Big Bang,
and I cannot stop expanding.
Verse 5
When tyrants rise again, we call it politics.
When nations vanish, we call it news.
When children starve in rubble, we call it tragedy.
But not emergency. Never emergency.
And I wonder, if the stars could speak,
would they say we learned nothing from their deaths?
Would they pity us,
burning our own world while staring up at theirs?
Outro
I am seething with the rage and anger of a red super giant,
and I do not understand,
and I wonder,
why don’t you?
How can you bear to look away,
when the light of every dying star
still finds your face,
still asks the same question
through the vacuum of time:
“Can someone, anyone, please explain?
Because I am still burning,
and I still don’t understand,
and I am not alone,
but I feel like I am.
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