No Mic When The Sirens Fall

Cameras roll when it’s safe to stare.

They cut the sound when it starts to matter.

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Cameras roll when it’s safe to stare

Cut the tape when the truth gets bare

Headlines clean, but the streets still shake

They edit pain till it looks “in place”

They said she was a number

Just another name on the scroll

A morning that should’ve been ordinary

Turned to silence—stories told

Sirens echo through paper walls

Names get lost in footnotes small

They say “procedure,” “policy”

But policy don’t bleed like me

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They call it order—we call it fear

When boots decide who belongs here

They try to paint it justified

But you can’t hear her voice in the soundbite

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No mercy, no mic when the sirens fall

Just a press release and a closing call

They say “enforcement,” we say “survive”

When uniforms decide who gets to stay alive

The media blinks, then looks away

Counts the clicks, not the graves

If justice spoke with a human voice

It wouldn’t sound this cold and poised

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Families split by a midnight knock

Language barriers, ticking clocks

Hands up, hearts racing, prayers in breath

Every step feels close to death

They fire shots in the cold, then say

“Fear,” “defense,” “the book,” “the way”

But the book never learned how fear looks

And remorse moves slow when power cooks

Protests flare from city to city

Faces in the crowd know loss gets heavy

They don’t want war, they don’t want blame

They want a world that keeps every name

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Say “bad apples,” “isolated”

Meanwhile the trauma’s duplicated

No clip long enough to curve the night

No headline sharp enough to set it right

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When the sirens fall and the flags stay quiet

Who’s left standing when the silence buys it?

They say “security,” we say “home”

You can’t cage a life and call it known

No mercy, no mic—just shields and noise

Bodies turned into talking points and coins

If truth mattered more than control

You’d hear the cries they keep off the roll

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I don’t hate the people in the street

I hate a system that treats lives cheap

I hate the math where profit decides

Whose tears are shown, whose get denied

If you’ve never felt that knock at night

Never tasted fear in fluorescent light

Don’t tell me calm, don’t tell me wait

Don’t tell me pain is up for debate

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When the sirens fall, let the echoes stay

Not a hashtag, not a fadeaway

We remember names you won’t repeat

If justice means anything—no life’s disposable

Turn the cameras back on.

Tell the whole story.

Let the silence answer

For who it protected.