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BONDI - HATE SPEECH

Lyrics

Chorus

Words don’t have to kill

But we’ve seen what hatred does

When fear is fed and fed again

Until blood replaces love

On Bondi’s shore we felt it break

A silence loud and raw

Say their names in gentler voices—

We won’t be what you taught

Verse 2

Every slur is a small spark

Every lie a loaded gun

Passed along, excused, unchecked

Till the unthinkable is done

Strangers became numbers

Families lost their ground

And the ocean held our screaming

When the world just spun around

Pre-Chorus

We can’t blame the tide for this

Or pretend it came from nowhere

Hate is planted sentence by sentence

When no one stops to care

Chorus

Words don’t have to kill

But they taught someone to try

Taught them who was “less than”

Who could live and who could die

On Bondi’s shore we saw the cost

Of letting poison spread

So we choose a different language now—

One that raises up the dead

Bridge

This is for the ones who didn’t come home

For the towels still folded tight

For the sun that set like it always does

On the worst night of our lives

We won’t turn grief into more hate

That’s how the circle grows

We’ll break it with uncomfortable truth

And courage no one owns

Final Chorus

Words don’t have to kill

They can heal if we decide

To call out lies, to stand between

The target and the knife

From Bondi’s sand to everywhere

Let this be the line we draw

No more silence, no more cover—

Love is louder than it all

Outro

The ocean keeps on breathing

The beach remembers too

What we say from here on out

Is what the future will do

Coda

A story lingers after storms fade

Written by all who remain

We sift through broken letters

Decide which words will stay

If kindness is a steady tide

And truth speaks without shame

Let memory guide our language

To never wound the same

Spoken Tag

So speak careful as you cast your stone

Every syllable plants a seed

Grow gardens where old anger stood

And let tomorrow heed

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