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Straits and Side Streets

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March 13, 2026

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Straits and Side Streets

Verse

Out where the gulf wind bites the metal hulls, Mojtaba Khamenei speaks of shutting doors. Mines in black water, tankers scarred and stalled, Bases warned by thunder from distant shores. A tide of families climbs the mountain roads, Tehran to the orchards, the north to the plain. In Beirut’s shadow, homes are turned to smoke, And airlines lift on cautious wings again. Debris rains down on grids in desert heat, Bahrain whispers charges in the night. Across the lanes of trade, the ships still bleed, And oil dawns dark as news hits daylight.

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Chorus

Close the straits, and the world holds its breath, Open hearts, we could soften the edge. Children cry, markets shake, leaders swear and confess, But the song of the living begs a different pledge: Open the straits of our minds and our hands, Let the tides turn the rust into sand. We can’t price what we lose when we harden the land— Sing it loud, sing it long, take a stand.

Verse

They drained the vaults of buried light, A record flood from guarded steel. Barrels roll like thunder under night, Yet wheels still slip, and the bruises feel real. Analysts hum a simple truth: Reserves are bridges, not the road. Escorts wait, the war maps move, Only open waters lift the load.

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In White Nile’s fields, a drone found a school, A clinic’s quiet breath torn thin. Not a soldier on the lane, just notebooks, chalk, A healer’s hands, a teacher’s grin. Another market by the border wept, The rights chief stared and called it out. Sudan’s children wander like lost constellations, Their names the stars we can’t do without.

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Wall Street stumbled through a restless noon, The big boards dimmed, the future frowned. Jet paths faltered, shipwrights swooned, As oil climbed back to higher ground. Long notes rose from Treasury halls, Mortgages leapt like startled deer. Even the watchers wrote it plain: The biggest break in supply this year.

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Verse

Far from Nampo’s gray-lipped shore, A steel new beast found its voice. Cruise flames stitched the salted air, And Kim stood steady by his choice. His daughter near, his sister cold, The word “strategic” caught the sea. Drills across the border rolled, He called for more to rise beneath the lee.

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In lake-bright towns where maples lean, A blue wave brushed a red-worn street. Bobbi Boudman knocked on doors Where once she’d bowed to old defeats. A seat left open, bags to Texas, Trump’s long shadow on the green. Democrats whisper, “Change is coming,” While the gavel still stays with the other team.

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Bridge

From Hormuz fog to White Nile dust, From trading floors to ballots cast, From shipyard sparks to airport thrust, We carry questions built to last. What is a passage worth to keep? What is a life we failed to save? What is a vote but waking sleep Turning toward a brighter wave?

Final Chorus

Close the straits, and the world holds its breath, Open hearts, we could soften the edge. Children cry, markets shake, leaders swear and confess, But the song of the living begs a different pledge: Open the straits of our minds and our hands, Let the tides turn the rust into sand. Let the schools ring the bell, let the sky guard the land, Let ballots beat bullets, let truth take command. Open the straits, let the anchors release, May the side streets rise and the wide seas find peace.

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