Twenty Thousand Names: A Song for Ukraine’s Children
I wrote these lyrics for the children taken from Ukraine and for the families still waiting for them to come home. The words are mine. I used artificial intelligence to produce the song from my lyrics.
This is a demand for documentation, repatriation, and accountability. A child’s identity, language, and family are not bargaining chips. I want the Russian Foreign Ministry, Ukraine’s ambassador to the United States, and everyone who hears this to confront what has happened to these children.
Previous Attempts at Peace
Before the release of truth hits harder, these earlier posts documented my public attempts to appeal for peace, accountability, and the return of Ukrainian children.
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Lyrics
Twenty thousand names, but the real count's higher,
sixteen times the truth get buried in the fire,
dot on the map, mishap, hybrid warfare,
grid down, cyber loud, but the buses still there.
Eighteen thousand still held, only twenty-one hundred home,
UN said crimes against humanity, still they roam,
Putin shark on the ice rink,
air above the sea black,
watch the children in the water sink,
but the world keep talkin' while the children start to sink.
Merry-go-round spinnin', kids just tryna play,
Russian hell hounds runnin', stealin' futures every day,
you don't steal a childhood 'less you know exactly what it's worth,
so don't tell me ignorance — you calculated every hurt.
No sleep, ask me please, anything but nights like these,
evil hall of fame, treat the people like they pawns in a game,
casualties left walkin' lame,
documentation waits — remembrance is the same,
documentation live no pause? That's deterrence, that's the aim.
got me staring at church stained glass/
Top of my English class never see me rap last/
Fight adversity leave hate in tbe past/
Everyday see propaganda try to write history/
Blistering heat of brimstone and fire incindiary/
Bombs truth hit harder than propaganda/
Repatriation education agenda/
Eighty years ago the soldiers opened up the gates,
carried children out, wrote it into all the states,
now the Federation runs the camps and shuts the gates,
carries children in — same location, different fate.
Rogue state, no debate, conduct not a label,
history don't lie, the record's on the table,
historian, authoritarian, humanitarian too,
Ukrainian, librarian — who's documenting who?
Sanitized the language, called it re-education,
stripped a name, a tongue, a whole generation,
they say they're liberators, but the liberation's fake,
liberation means you're free — not reborn for the state's sake.
Holocaust then Soviet bloc tomorrow,
same soil, different chapter, still they borrow
the language of the liberator while they play the thief,
mir means peace, mir means world — they don't mean either, that's my belief.
got me staring at church stained glass/
Top of my English class never see me rap last/
Fight adversity leave hate in tbe past/
Everyday see propaganda try to write history/
Blistering heat of brimstone and fire incindiary/
Bombs truth hit harder than propaganda/
Repatriatization agenda/
Putin, lavrov, peskov, a generation of Russian Birthplace disgrace
On a quest to displace, erase, any trace of Ukraine on every bookcase,
No more, together we stand,
For the children of Ukraine to every Russian face.
Common Sense present tense evidence says justice will dispense,
Retelling Nazi history to say that's not your case.
no more suspense can't claim self-defense,
support for you only heard in the past tense.
got me staring at church stained glass/
Top of my English class never see me rap last/
Fight adversity leave hate in tbe past/
Everyday see propaganda try to write history/
Blistering heat of brimstone and fire incindiary/
Bombs truth hit harder
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