Power plants breathe in quiet ash feeding cities through glowing glass bridges stretch like broken vows holding weight they cannot allow we built a world that never sleeps and buried truths it could not keep every wire every line hides a fault we cannot define who drew the map of right and wrong when did the signal drift so long was it us or something before a fading code we cannot restore one sentence spoken sharp and cold and all our silver turns to old civility cracks without a sound no fire just silence burning down bridges fall before they break first in trust then in the state power flows but hearts go dim circuits strong but faith is thin a leader speaks the air goes still not from strength but sharpened will and in that breath a subtle shift turns common ground to fractured rift no bombs fell no sirens cried just words that quietly divided empires fall in quieter ways not in nights but in slow decays civility a fragile thread once it snaps the soul is dead the grid is up the lights still glow but no one knows what we used to know and somewhere beneath the noise we lost the language of being human