Red Lines Crossed

A new world dawns before our eyes.

Red lines crossed beneath the sun,
Where boundaries break and battles begun.
We stand as one, a voice, a tide,
A people rising, side by side.

The air is thick with whispered cries,
Of promises broken, and leaders’ lies.
Yet in the heart of every soul,
A flame ignites, an ancient goal.

No chains can bind the will to fight,
No power douse the people's light.
For when red lines are crossed, we see
The birth of strength, the cry for free.

Marching on through storm and fire,
Every step fueled by desire.
We are the ones who forge the way,
The people’s army, here to stay.

Through shattered walls and fallen lies,
A new world dawns before our eyes.
The red lines crossed, the battle won—
The people's voice, the people's sun.

Red lines burned in the ash of the sky,
Where power looms, and tyrants lie.
With nuclear fists, they strike and boast,
The threat of fire, their hollow ghost.

Yet here we stand, with sticks in hand,
Not bound by fear, nor by command.
The bullies speak in flames and might,
But we, the people, hold the…