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Straits, Runways, Sirens and Snow

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March 16, 2026

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Straits, Runways, Sirens and Snow

Verse 1 — The Oil Choke

Iron grip on Hormuz, allied tankers turned away Black tide broken, prices climb like sirens in the bay War drums from Washington and Israel pound Tehran’s resolve Vaults unlocked in panic, borrowed fire won’t solve A new hand on the gavel swears the gate will not unseal A call to China, NATO, guard the ocean’s throat of steel Convoys promised on the waves before the month can turn Screens in Asia open red, the markets crash and burn

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World on fire, world in ice, keep the engines low Hold your nerve, hold the light, let the amplifiers glow From strangled straits to jetways slow, to statues cast in gold We won’t break, we won’t bow, we won’t fold

Verse 2 — Dubai Grounded

Night bloom over Dubai, a drone found a fuel vein Flame rose, then folded; runways held their breath in vain Jets idled while the Gulf counted sparks that didn’t land The air is thick with metal swarms and warnings in the sand A cloud farm took a hammer, a foreign airfield shook Britain carves protective arcs, Australia sends a look A Wedgetail’s watching radar, allies bare their teeth Steel umbrellas span the sky against a buzzing reef

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Verse 3 — Kyiv in the Dark

Over Kyiv, midnight engines rake the wires and the wind The grid goes dark, the sirens sing what speeches never did Talks are shelved as diplomats face a different flame The Kremlin counts a windfall from the oil-price game From Ukraine’s wings a refinery and a port ignite the shore Shadow trades in drone designs whisper door to door The front keeps grinding, shifting like a map that won’t obey Each village paid in inches, each sunrise set in gray

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Verse 4 — Lights of the Oscars

Rafters lit in Hollywood, Conan kept the room alive One Battle After Another claimed the final drive Paul Thomas Anderson bowed for craft and story’s skin Michael B. Jordan raised the gold for Sinners’ haunted grin Jessie Buckley held the light in Hamnet’s aching rhyme A newborn casting honor took a maiden time Spotlights burned through tightened checks, a far-off war’s cold gust Coogler’s name rang from the stage in brotherhood and trust

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Verse 5 — Blizzard Lines

Up north the sky unloads, a white wall eats the road Winds like freight trains carve their ruthless code Travel warnings everywhere, a major artery closed The airport’s board falls quiet, runway lights grow cold The Guard rolls out in armor, neighbors pull friends free While deserts bake elsewhere, the same land holds extremes Patrols find twisted metal, jackknifed steel like reeds Every farmhouse window learns the cost of speed

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Final Chorus and Outro

World on fire, world in ice, let the thunder roll Turn it up, raise the lights, feed the hungry soul From straits to runways, grids to gilded shows, We won’t break, we won’t bow, we won’t fold Let the tankers find a passage, let the jetways blaze, Let the dark turn back to humming, let the curtains raise— Guitars like sirens, drums like snow, We will rock through the wreckage, and we will not let go.

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