[Verse 1]
Russia launched its missiles, drones cut through the sky
Six confirmed dead, twenty-nine wounded — ask the world why
Rockets aimed at neighborhoods where ordinary people sleep
Zelenskyy at the podium, his fury cold and deep
He decried the sheltering of weapons near civilian walls
When strikes come down on crowded streets, that's where the moral falls
Ten lives gone in one attack, The Guardian confirmed the toll
Every number was a neighbor, every statistic had a soul
[Chorus]
Missiles over Ukraine, drones across the grain
The ceasefire's just a whisper in a windowpane
Diplomats and generals, counting what remains
July twelfth, twenty-twenty-six, the war sustains
[Verse 2]
Ukrainian forces struck back, targeting oil tankers at sea
ABC reported the exchange — this war has no referee
The Institute for War assessed the Russian campaign's creep
Slow grinding pressure on the front lines, grinding cold and deep
The NATO summit gathered, Atlantic Council said it plain
Putin counted on the West to buckle under all this strain
But the alliance held its posture, dashed his patience at the seam
Outlasting took a different shape than Moscow ever dreamed
[Chorus]
Missiles over Ukraine, drones across the grain
The ceasefire's just a whisper in a windowpane
Diplomats and generals, counting what remains
July twelfth, twenty-twenty-six, the war sustains
[Bridge]
Council on Foreign Relations laid the context bare
Peace talks might be ripening somewhere in the humid air
But Putin could escalate before the table's set
The calendar keeps moving and the world holds its breath yet
Every strike that lands on housing is a fact sheet and a scar
Russia Matters filed its report card — progress still subpar
[Verse 3]
Al Jazeera counted eight dead, dozens wrapped in wounds
CBC put six in their dispatch filed from afternoon
Different outlets, different numbers, truth is measured rough
When the barrage hits at midnight, morning light is never enough
Zelenskyy keeps documenting every crater, every wall
International attention is the thinnest net to catch the fall
[Verse 4]
The children learn to read the sirens like a second tongue
Grandmothers in basement shelters, prayers half-spoken, sung
Supply lines stretch from Warsaw, Vilnius, all the way
Ammunition, medicine — the cost of one more day
No headline fully holds the weight of what the living bear
The story keeps on filing while the smoke hangs in the air
[Chorus]
Missiles over Ukraine, drones across the grain
The ceasefire's just a whisper in a windowpane
Diplomats and generals, counting what remains
July twelfth, twenty-twenty-six, the war sustains
[Outro]
The fife plays low, the drum rolls slow
Ukraine holds the line in the afterglow
This is your briefing, this is your date
July twelfth — the world is still awake