(Intro)
Yo, enough is enough, it’s the children who bleed,
In the wars you start, for your power and greed.
Their toys are in ruins, their dreams turned to dust,
We’re calling you out, this is bigger than us.
(Verse 1)
Who pulls the trigger when a child takes a breath,
Only to choke on the ashes of death?
Who signs the papers that send bombs to the sky,
Then turns off the news when the babies cry?
You build your empires on the backs of the weak,
While their laughter is silenced, their futures bleak.
Innocence lost in a hail of shells,
Their playgrounds transformed into living hells.
Tell me how a tiny hand can hold a war,
How you justify breaking what they’re living for.
Every doll in the rubble, every book in the flame,
Is a monument screaming your endless shame.
(Chorus)
No more, no more, this is our scream,
Stop killing the children, stop stealing their dreams.
No more, no more, the blood has to cease,
Put down your guns, let the kids know peace.
(Verse 2)
Yo, they’re not soldiers, they’re not your pawns,
They’re not the shadows where your war crimes dawn.
They’re the light of the world, the hope in our hearts,
But you rip them apart with your devilish charts.
You aim for the “enemy,” but who takes the fall?
A school full of kids, now a bombed-out hall.
Their crayons are scattered in pools of red,
Their bedtime stories replaced by the dead.
For every child lost, the world’s soul breaks,
Every tear they cry is a storm that shakes.
Their voices will haunt you, their faces will burn,
And the tide of your crimes will one day turn.
(Chorus)
No more, no more, this is our scream,
Stop killing the children, stop stealing their dreams.
No more, no more, the blood has to cease,
Put down your guns, let the kids know peace.
(Bridge)
Yo, world leaders, hear this loud and clear,
The children’s voices rise, and they won’t disappear.
You sign treaties with ink while they bleed in the dirt,
You wear suits of power while they wear hurt.
Every war you start, every battle you wage,
Writes a story of sorrow on history’s page.
No more excuses, no more delay,
You’ve stolen too many tomorrows today.
(Outro)
This is a war cry for the silent and small,
For the ones who should never bear war’s call.
No flags, no borders, no twisted game—
Just children who live, and a world without shame.
No more, no more, let’s make it right,
For the children lost, we fight tonight.
No more, no more, this cycle will end,
The world we build starts where they begin.
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