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Fires in the Gulf, Lights in Havana, Votes in the Halls

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March 17, 2026

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Fires in the Gulf, Lights in Havana, Votes in the Halls

Verse 1

Dawn over Dubai, sirens in the sand, A fuel tank burning by the runways’ hand. Flights held in place, a hush in the gate, A car struck in Abu Dhabi sealed one fate. Oil fields smolder, the sky still hums, Across the water, iron thunder comes. Saudi skies catching stings in a swarm, Qatar’s shield up, bracing the storm. And near the Green Zone, a boom like a bell— The war’s wide wake, a story it tells.

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Hold on, world, while the wires all tighten, While borders harden and headlines heighten. It’s not just markets, or maps drawn thin, It’s mothers and midnights, the breath we’re in. Keep the seas open, keep the truth strong, Light the dark corners, make the quiet long.

Verse 2

Boots press north where the cedars lean, A “limited” line drawn hard and clean. They say it’s a buffer, a safer shore, To tear out tunnels and close one door. But families scatter, the roads run dry, Little shoes wait where the orchards lie. Leaders in the West lift warning signs, South of the Litani they read the lines. A plan grows larger than anyone planned— A shadow spreading across the land.

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Verse 3

Havana went silent, a switch gone cold, The grid let go of its fragile hold. Months without fuel and the candles know, Hospitals dim where the trade winds blow. Food turns sour, the trash bags rise, A rare hard shout in tropical skies. Talks crack open with old foes near, “Bring what you can, we’ll buy it here.” By night a sliver of light comes through, But so much waits on what others do.

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Verse 4

Where the strait narrows, the lifeline chokes, Tankers linger like worried boats. Crude climbs higher than we’ve seen in years, Pumps click numbers that stir old fears. Reserves unlocked with a cautious key, Whispers of prices that bend a knee. Asia waits on an anxious tide, Europe feels it in the wings that glide. A lone ship passes, beacon in sight, Proof that even locks can blink in the night.

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Verse 5

In the marble chamber, a showdown calls: Proof for a vote, and IDs for the stalls. Rolls to be checked with cold machine eyes, A promise of purity, a chorus of sighs. It cleared one house on a party wind, But the other stands where the rules are pinned. Threats of a pen to overrule, Talk of the filibuster bent like a tool. Critics remind, in quiet refrain, The thing they fear is already banned by name.

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Verse 6

A call to Beijing put on delay, “Can’t leave now, there’s a war in the way.” Pressure on Hormuz, a public nudge, Treasury soft-pedals, diplomats fudge. Beijing says, “Stop the guns and speak,” Both sides talking week by week. Trade and islands, now one more scar, Another lantern hung on a crowded star.

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Final Chorus and Ending

Hold on, world, while the wires all tighten, While borders harden and headlines heighten. May ships find passage, may sirens fall, May ballots be simple and bright for all. Light up Havana, calm down the blue, Let Lebanon’s orchards breathe something new. Ground those drones, lift those gates, Turn down the heat, turn up the grace. In the narrow strait of a trembling night, We widen the way by striking a light.

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