[Verse 1] Putin's on the wire, floating out a summit, Says bring in Trump and Xi, let all three come get Around one table, hash out the Ukraine deal, WSJ broke it — see if Moscow's for real. Three strongmen, one room, cameras in the hallway, But peace ain't a photo, it's a long and stalled way. [Verse 2] Meanwhile the grid goes dark, Zelenskyy's calling foul, Says partners gave no warning, no siren, no howl, Russia hit the power lines again at midnight, Kyiv runs on candlelight while the capital fights for light. PBS, AP, same story on repeat, Cold apartments, generators humming down the street. [Verse 3] Trump says Zelenskyy's the one who won't make peace, Feud keeps rumbling like a record on increase, But Zelenskyy claps back, cool and plainly stated, "It's Ukraine you're pushing, not the one who instigated." Bloomberg caught the quote, the Guardian ran the brief, Al Jazeera says the war itself must reach relief. [Verse 4] BBC got word from an adviser close to Zelensky, Intelligence sharing's cut, and the cost ain't cheap, see, Ukrainians dying while the data stream runs dry, that's the quiet casualty under the diplomatic sky. No satellite whisper, no warning in the wire, Just silence where the signal used to light the fire. [Chorus] Grid goes dark, the summit's floated, Three names on a page gettin' quoted, Call a parley — that's a word for talking peace instead of guns, But the feud keeps rolling while the siren never runs. October twentieth, the wires still humming, Ukraine war update, same drum keep drumming. [Bridge] Washington Post drops an op-ed, sharp and surgical too, "Stop the missiles in their silos before they ever flew." Before the rocket leaves the launcher, cut the fuse, That's the quiet logic — nothing left to lose. Talk first, strike never, that's the hoped-for creed, While the leaders trade their headlines, still the people bleed. [Verse 5] Reuters tracks the markets jumping on the summit talk, Oil prices flinching every time the leaders walk, NATO's watching closely, Brussels keeping score, Allies whisper nervous, wondering what's really for. Some say diplomacy, some say stall for time, History will judge it, measure reason against crime. Meanwhile the border towns still shake from shelling sound, Diplomacy's a word that hasn't hit the ground. [Chorus] Grid goes dark, the summit's floated, Three names on a page gettin' quoted, Call a parley — that's a word for talking peace instead of guns, But the feud keeps rolling while the siren never runs. October twentieth, the wires still humming, Ukraine war update, same drum keep drumming. [Outro] Rhodes fades soft, the tape hiss settles down, Summit's just a floated word, Kyiv's still cold and brown, Zelenskyy still asking for the warning and the light, Come back tomorrow, see who's wrong and who's right, Ukraine war, October twenty — ring that closing bell.
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