[Verse 1] Shelter turned aid point, breakfast line, ten to noon, Glide bomb from the sky like a dropped-in tune. First count said eighteen, now the record reads forty, Governor Fedorov counting the fallen, voice heavy and sorta broken. Fifty-nine missing, that's his separate list, Zelenskyy says thirty-plus still under fist Of concrete and rebar — don't stack those two sums, Some of the missing are already among The recovered dead, so the math stays apart, Four cops in that count, two medics with a torn-up heart, First responders who ran in before the dust could clear, Que descansen, mis hermanos — we hold that close here. [Chorus] Dime la verdad, cuenta los muertos bien, Forty gone in Zaporizhzhia, no inventen también. Russia says military, twenty-five in their tale, UN says the signs of law getting derailed, Sin verificar — nobody's story fully clean, Both sides claiming different things the drone cameras seen. [Verse 2] Local channel posted the handout time the day before, Almost five thousand followers saw it, that's no secret door. World Central Kitchen backs the governor's frame, "Aid site hit" matches — but who's holding the blame? Russia's version: military units, not a bread line, No outside eyes confirmed either number this time. UN mission says Moscow knew, or never checked at all, Intent's still a question mark hanging on the wall. [Chorus] Dime la verdad, cuenta los muertos bien, Forty gone in Zaporizhzhia, no inventen también. Russia says military, twenty-five in their tale, UN says the signs of law getting derailed, Sin verificar — nobody's story fully clean, Both sides claiming different things the drone cameras seen. [Verse 3] Hospital wards overflow past the hallway chairs, Doctors triage faces, nobody has time to stare. A grandmother's shawl pulled from under a slab of stone, Her name not yet confirmed, but her neighbors already moan. Telegram channels argue in real time, line by line, Fact-checkers drowning in the noise, searching for a sign. Satellite images queued, waiting on review, Meanwhile the families wait on a number that might prove true. The market stalls nearby still smolder in the haze, Vendors who survived just stand there in a daze. This is the cost that statistics can't contain, Every digit on that list was someone's hurricane. [Bridge] Drones keep circling over the rubble site, Rescuers digging scared of a second strike tonight. Latvia's asking the Security Council to convene, Abu Dhabi's calendar marked for the tenth, thirteen Hours of talk, Witkoff brokering the floor, Al Jazeera remembers — old talks got nowhere before. De-escalation on paper, humanitarian line, Watch the numbers shift again, that's the pattern this time. [Outro] Cuarenta hoy, mañana quién sabe cuánto más, Keep the count honest, that's as far as facts will go. Komyshuvakha, remembered, nombres que el viento no borra— November fifth, Ukraine war, this is what we know.
← AI News — November 05, 2026 | Gulf News — November 05, 2026 →