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Sirens Over the Strait

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March 17, 2026

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Sirens Over the Strait

Verse 1 — Gulf on Fire

A drone kissed steel by the runways of Dubai, Flames painting dawn where the jet trails fly. A car in Abu Dhabi met a missile’s glare, An oil field burned, black ribbons in the air. Waves of steel hit deserts where the rig lights glow, Kingdoms raised their shields, said not today, not so. And in Baghdad’s fortress sky, a sudden thunderclap, The region’s fuse runs shorter with each attack.

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Sirens over the strait, engines cough and pray, Fires on the runway, night swallows day. Borders getting louder, markets start to sway, Sirens over the strait, hold the dark at bay.

Verse 2 — Line in the Hills

The Galilee boots step quiet into stone, “Targeted,” they say, but the ground groans. A buffer drawn where the cedars meet the wire, Hunting hidden tunnels, feeding older fires. Voices from far capitals plead, don’t let it grow, But some speak of the river, of taking all below. And a warning rides the wind like a bitter drum: No one comes home till the north feels numb.

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Sirens over the strait, engines cough and pray, Fires on the runway, night swallows day. Borders getting louder, markets start to sway, Sirens over the strait, hold the dark at bay.

Verse 3 — Island in the Dark

Cuba’s lights fell silent, the grid went cold, An island’s breath held tight in a strangler’s hold. No tankers at the pier, no smoke for the stacks, Venezuela’s lifeline cut, under ironclad acts. Hospitals dim, kitchens mourn the thaw, Streets pile high with yesterday’s raw. A party office cracks under desperate hands, While Havana’s faint flicker searches for plans. They talk across the water, say the door can trade, If the shadow on the fuel line can be unmade.

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Sirens over the strait, engines cough and pray, Fires on the runway, night swallows day. Borders getting louder, markets start to sway, Sirens over the strait, hold the dark at bay.

Verse 4 — Choked Horizon

The throat of the Gulf tightens, tankers turn back, Black gold held hostage on a narrow track. Prices climb like smoke from a broken well, Pumps click empty, and the headlines swell. The world cracks open its rainy-day vault, But whispers of stagflation taste like salt. Through the needle’s eye, a ship named Karachi slides, Beacon burning bright as it threads the tides.

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Sirens over the strait, engines cough and pray, Fires on the runway, night swallows day. Borders getting louder, markets start to sway, Sirens over the strait, hold the dark at bay.

Verse 5 — Ballots and Barriers

The Senate drumline rolls to a hard-latched door, Proof in your pocket, a picture at the floor. Rolls to be checked by the homeland’s eyes, House said yes, but the chamber still divides. A leader flips on rules he once swore to keep, Another vows to starve bills till this one eats. Opponents shout it buries the right to vote, While experts say that ghost was always wrote.

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Sirens over the strait, engines cough and pray, Fires on the runway, night swallows day. Borders getting louder, markets start to sway, Sirens over the strait, hold the dark at bay.

Verse 6 — Postponed Handshake

A table waits in Beijing with chairs untaken, A summit pushed back while the earth is shaken. “Help crack the strait,” comes the ask, sharp and plain, Treasury hums logistics to soften the strain. From Zhongnanhai: cease the guns, keep the line, We’re talking still, but the seams unwind. Trade and islands already split the seam, Now Hormuz ghosts haunt the diplomatic dream.

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Bridge — Turn the Amps to Ten

Ground crew whispers, border winds moan, Streetlights blink and the markets groan. Boots in the hills, ballots in a fight, A lone ship’s beacon cuts the night.

Final Chorus — Full Throttle

Sirens over the strait, engines roar and pray, Fires on the runway, we won’t fade away. Hands on the breakers, hearts in the fray, Sirens over the strait, bring back the day.

Outro — All Strings Aflame

Let the jets find sky and the grids find light, Let the border cool and the towns unite. From Havana’s hush to Beirut’s stone, From Dubai’s blaze to a senate drone— Turn the world from brink to brave, Ride the riff, save what we can save.

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