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🎙️ WHERE’S THE LOVE? (UK DRILL PSALM)

Gaza’s sons drop tears, Tel Aviv can’t sleep,
Netanyahu moves pawns, Hamas dig deep.
Trump back baitin’, Biden whispers peace,
Ayatollah chants vengeance Tehran gon’ keep.

Putin’s cold grin while Ukraine fields red,
China buy silence, Africa’s bled.
UK news gossip but Yemen’s kids dead,
Congo kids mine cobalt — billionaires fed.

Micah 6:8 — do justly, walk mercy,
Scripture’s plain truth but the world’s still dirty.
Isaiah 10:1 warns kings with pride,
Modern Pharaohs sign deals, keep bloodlines tied.

Pastors flex jets, sell hope in tithes,
Widows beg bread while the preacher buys rides.
Christ flipped tables, cracked that whip,
Now they bless bombs in Jesus’ script?

Syria ghost towns, Sudan’s slow bleed,
Ethiopia starves while the world feeds greed.
Myanmar silence, Hong Kong chains,
Mexico tears from cartel reigns.

London’s streets flood youth with knives,
Politicians smile while they auction lives.
America talk ‘bout peace and rights,
But drone strikes children in silent nights.

Psalm 46:9 says, “Break the bow,”
Turn tanks to dust, let real ones know.
Matthew 5:9, peacemakers blessed,
Not fake leaders signing war-dressed.

2 Chronicles shout: “Humble, pray, seek face”,
But power don’t bow, still build new base.
I bow head in Redditch rain,
Pray for Gaza’s mums, Tehran’s pain.

I stand for the street kid dreaming big,
For Jerusalem’s prayers, Damascus fig.
Blessed be the meek — earth gon’ turn,
Empires fall, watch wicked burn.

HOOK:
Where’s the love? Where’s the peace?
Who cries when the bombs release?
Who feeds the orphan cold at night?
God’s soldiers rise, grip mic, fight!

VERSE 2:
Ukraine trenches, Gaza screams,
Tel Aviv nightmares, Lebanon dreams.
Britain rich in secrets deep,
Soldiers cry where poppies sleep.

USA politics, Russia bluff,
Iran threat loud, Middle East rough.
Africa wealth but stolen fast,
Bible pages read, but peace don’t last.

Micah wrote it, prophets spoke,
Isaiah warned what power broke.
Revelation whisper gates gon’ split,
Eastern gate open — can’t counterfeit.

I stand for the mother, prayers for bread,
Fatherless sons, daughters unfed.
No crown on my head, no title signed,
But truth in my mouth, scripture lined.

OUTRO PRAYER:
Father forgive, earth stained red,
Babies sleep hungry, tyrants fed.
Turn ARs quiet, drone strikes halt,
May bombs rust down, greed at fault.

Swords to ploughshares, AKs drop,
Let wicked flee when truth don’t stop.
Meek inherit, kingdoms die,
Lion of Judah split that sky.