[Verse 1] Village called al-Shariya, pressed against the hills near Sanaa, Night folds in, rooftops cave like paper under water. Houthi officials say the Saudi jets came calling, Seventh of November, dust still falling, Homes where families slept, not a base, not a bunker, Just the quiet kind of dark where the sound gets younger. [Chorus] Thirty-three they're counting now tonight, Started at eleven, climbed in daylight, Twenty-two, then twenty-five, twenty-seven, rising height, Reuters can't confirm it, so we hold the number light. [Verse 2] Thirty-nine wounded, mostly women, mostly children, Each report a rewrite, each count building higher ceilings. No Houthi voice named a target, no munition on the sheet, Saudi Arabia answers soft — we're looking into it, repeat. No deadline on the looking, no coalition said a word, Just silence sitting heavy where an answer should be heard. [Chorus] Thirty-three they're counting now tonight, Started at eleven, climbed in daylight, Twenty-two, then twenty-five, twenty-seven, rising height, One toll, five updates, nothing locked down tight. [Verse 3] Roll it back a day now, Taiz market, thirty gone, Houthis point to Saudi warplanes, government says a Houthi missile drawn, Same sky, two fingers pointing, two stories told in stereo, Nobody owns the wreckage, nobody owns the echo. [Bridge] Hospital man named Dailami, speaking soft and thin, Claims the rescuers got hit on a second swing, Unconfirmed — we don't bury it, we don't boost it either, Just hang it in the record till the proof gets clearer. Every source got a motive, every count got a frame, Fog of war ain't an excuse, it's just another name, For the way the truth gets traded for a tactical win, While the number on the wire keeps shifting like the wind. [Verse 4] Watch the wires tonight, a Saudi statement might land, Name the target plain, let the UN take a stand, Test the claim against the ground, see what holds up true, Till then the toll's a moving thing — not finished, not through. [Verse 5] Satellite images later, maybe they'll show the crater, Maybe a serial number traced back to the maker, Maybe a UN panel writes it down in black and white, Months from now, long after the cameras left the site. Al-Shariya won't trend forever, the feed moves on by design, But somebody's still counting bodies, somebody's drawing the line, Between the eleven that started and the thirty-three that grew, And the families left wondering which number rings true. [Outro] Thirty-three tonight, eleven where it started, Gulf News keeps the count for the ones who got departed. [Chorus] Thirty-three they're counting now tonight, Started at eleven, climbed in daylight, Twenty-two, then twenty-five, twenty-seven, rising height, Reuters can't confirm it, so we hold the number light.
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