stricken · calcified · implicated
A Wednesday in late summer that feels heavier than its season — institutions failing the vulnerable, warnings ignored until too late, and the ground itself registering its protest beneath old stone.
The Ones Who Knew
Verse 1
We built the rooms and called them ours
We watched the walls go up for years
The children pressed their faces there
And no one logged their fear
The ground beneath the oldest streets
Cracks open without warning
A summer Wednesday, thick with heat
And something overdue for mourning
Chorus
We are the ones who knew
We are the ones who signed the forms
Who named the thing and turned away
Who sanctioned and were sanctioned in return
The ones who knew
The ones who built the room
And handed over the key
Verse 2
Out on the water, numbers climb
The tallies no one asked to keep
A drummer's hands at last go still
The blues absorbing what we grieve
Somewhere a president declares
New fortune in the ancient earth
Somewhere a mother begged for help
And no one measured what that's worth
Chorus
We are the ones who knew
We are the ones who signed the forms
Who named the thing and turned away
Who sanctioned and were sanctioned in return
The ones who knew
The ones who built the room
And handed over the key
Bridge
Drones trace borders in the night
The warnings issued, warnings stored
We pledge allegiance to the cause
Then argue at the courthouse door
The Lydian moment — when we almost
Believed that grace could intercede
Then the chord resolves to nothing clean
Just what we owe and what we need
Outro
We are still here
Still tallying
Still signing our names to the day
Instrumental Outro
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