[Verse 1] Northern block of flats falls inward, concrete turned to dust and lace Twenty-five are named by morning, scattered wide across the place CBC calls it devastation, Al Jazeera counts to twenty NBC says Kyiv saw it coming — sirens wailing, warnings plenty A fusillade, that's the word for it, a volley fired in a row Missile after missile falling, nowhere left untouched below [Chorus] Count the names, don't look away, this is the cost they pay today Eleven, twenty, twenty-eight — the tallies shift but not the weight Every number was a kitchen, was a doorway, was a song Ukraine keeps burying mornings while the night keeps dragging on [Verse 2] Reuters says eleven taken in a strike among the worst they've seen Globe and Mail counts up to twenty-eight, the deadliest between Zelenskiy speaks through static, naming cities one by one Kharkiv, Kyiv, somewhere smaller — no corner left to run [Verse 3] Out past the harbor lights, the Black Sea holds another scene Bulgarian vessels struck and smoking, flags still clinging to routine Zelenskyy points a steady finger, says the hand was Moscow's own An investigation opens quietly, the water keeps its secrets close [Chorus] Count the names, don't look away, this is the cost they pay today Eleven, twenty, twenty-eight — the tallies shift but not the weight Every number was a kitchen, was a doorway, was a song Ukraine keeps burying mornings while the night keeps dragging on [Bridge] Lowy says the Kremlin's doubling, pressing harder on the West Russia Matters keeps score quietly, a ledger none of us can rest No ceasefire drawn in pencil, no treaty waiting in the wing Just the piano note that lingers after every strike they bring [Verse 4] Analysts debate the strategy in rooms of polished, distant light While families count their living by candle, not by headline The war report card, dated yesterday, already feels too old Because tomorrow's math arrives before tonight's is even told [Verse 5] A child's shoe found in the rubble, one that no one comes to claim A teacher's roster missing faces, half the register the same The wires move on by evening, on to somewhere else that burns While here the dust keeps settling into shapes no one returns History will footnote this in language cold and clean and small But someone's kitchen table empty says it all, says it all [Chorus] Count the names, don't look away, this is the cost they pay today Eleven, twenty, twenty-eight — the tallies shift but not the weight Every number was a kitchen, was a doorway, was a song Ukraine keeps burying mornings while the night keeps dragging on [Outro] October eighth, the record's kept, the sirens not yet still Say the numbers, say the names, remember — then you will
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