The Ballad of the Moral Thunder
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(Verse 1) The Manhattan night was draped in silk and lace,
A gala where the wealthy held their place.
Diamonds glimmered, champagne flowed like streams,
A room built of ambition and billionaire dreams.
They came to honor an old and gentle name,
Cat Stevens, peace and music were his fame.
But as he walked up to the microphone stand,
A different tune was heard throughout the land.
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(Chorus) He said what no one else dared to say,
Against the tide he cast the light of day.
A simple challenge to the golden few,
To question all they gather, what they do.
A moral thunderbolt beneath the chandelier,
He spoke the silent truth for all the world to hear.
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(Verse 2) He saw them there: the Titans, great and grand,
Musk and Zuckerberg spread across the stand.
In his dark suit, he met their gilded stare,
And dropped the words that filled the room with fear:
“If you’ve got money, use it for the good,
Help those who truly need it, as you should.
If you’re a billionaire, how much is enough?
Give it away, folks—the time is getting rough.”
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(Chorus) He said what no one else dared to say,
Against the tide he cast the light of day.
A simple challenge to the golden few,
To question all they gather, what they do.
A moral thunderbolt beneath the chandelier,
He spoke the silent truth for all the world to hear.
*
(Bridge) The air went cold, the glasses paused mid-flight,
A statue carved from silence in the light.
The gentle voice grew steady, calm, and true,
A man who practiced all the words he spoke into.
His millions given, quietly and with grace,
For refugees and needs across the human race.
“If greed is considered wisdom,” he did muse,
“Then humanity is walking in reverse shoes.”
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(Verse 3) The camera caught a figure scrolling low,
Pretending not to hear the truth’s sharp blow.
But on the web, the hashtags took their flight,
A Truth Bomb trending, shining ever bright.
No polished speech, no grand departing bow,
He simply gave a challenge, for here and now:
He looked upon the power and the gold,
And finished with the story to be told:
“Silence is no longer power.”
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(Outro) That night, the folk legend did not entertain,
He came to break the velvet, gilded chain.
The room was silent, but the world listened on,
To the real power of a voice that stood alone.
The truth had landed, piercing, pure, and free,
He made history in the heart of the city.
“Silence is no longer power,” he said.
The rich were stunned, the people raised their head.
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