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Strait of Shadows

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12. März 2026

Strait of Shadows

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Strait of Shadows

Verse 1

Since the first strikes that felled a ruler’s crown, Washington and Tel Aviv turned the dial past mercy. Israel drives the fight along Lebanon’s wounded ridge, Saudi skies catch drones and missiles in bright nets, Qatar’s alarms rise, the Gulf holds its breath. The IRGC swears no oil through Hormuz, A flotilla of mine-layers burns, And ships under Japanese, Thai, and Pacific flags are struck, Banks are named as battlegrounds, and mourners count the cost.

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Chorus

Hold back the fire, open the strait, Lower the sirens, let daylight wait. Ground the drones, let children sleep, Give the pilots a sky, give the oceans their deep. We are smaller than the wars we make— Let love be the convoy, let peace be the wake.

Verse 2

A son takes the mantle in a house of shattered glass, Mojtaba walks wounded, or maybe cannot walk at all. State TV whispers “janbaz” and nothing more, Hidden rooms, quiet phones, no balcony to bless the crowd; Yet courtiers swear the pens still move, And hard lines harden in the halls of power.

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Verse 3

Near Dubai’s runways, two shadows fall to earth, Travelers bleed and clutch their tickets in trembling hands. The tower says the flights will carry on, But radars in the Emirates hum without sleep; Bahrain rolls its birds to safer sands, A British flag carrier stays grounded there, As the world redraws its airways overnight.

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Chorus

Verse 4

The strait tightens to a knot in the global throat, Tankers idle like steel whales afraid to breach. A boast and a backtrack from a statesman’s feed Whipsaw the price of every mile and meal; Producers turn their valves to quiet, At corner stations, the sighs grow longer.

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Verse 5

Trading floors sway like ships in a cross current, Screens in Tokyo, Seoul, and New York dim together. Ras Laffan’s chill flames go cold under drone-black skies, Europe pays dear for warm rooms and lit stoves; The World Food Programme warns of empty bowls, Fertilizer trapped behind a narrow gate—harvests held hostage.

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Verse 6

The IEA breaks the glass on its biggest red box, Allies pledge their caches, reserve doors swing wide. Even so, the fever doesn’t break, Charts still climb like nervous birds; Until safe passage returns to Hormuz, No promise can calm a world that runs on tides.

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Bridge

Call back the missiles, unchain the ports, Let Beirut breathe, let Tehran mourn and heal. Give Riyadh quiet skies, Doha a still dawn, Let captains read the stars, not the threat boards.

Final Chorus

Hold back the fire, open the strait, Lower the rifles at every gate. Ground the drones, lift up the weak, Write the truce the markets seek. Turn the ships to mercy, turn the news to grace, Light a lantern on the shoreline— Guide us out of this place.

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