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Straits and Streets

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March 30, 2026

Straits and Streets

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Straits and Streets

Verse 1 — Houthis enter the war

From the Red Sea’s door, a new flag joins the fire, Drones like hornets meet an iron wall of wire. They say they aimed at southern military ground, Vowing to back every front where war drums sound. And if Bab al-Mandeb closes to the world’s salt trade, With Hormuz pressed tight, two gates of sea unmade. A carrier waits in Crete, its decks in need of mend, While shipping lanes and tempers bend.

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Straits are closing, streets are open, Oil burns while voices rise. Drums of war and marching feet, A world on wires and fragile ties. Keep the channels, keep the candles, Keep the truth inside the light. Straits are closing, streets are open— Sing for day inside this night.

Verse 2 — Pentagon plans and Kharg Island

At the Pentagon they unroll maps the color of sand, Whisper raids on Kharg and the narrow throat of land. An amphib ship brings Marines to the heat and glare, Special teams and grunts breathe the same dry air. A president toys with taking oil and stone, While Gulf friends warn, you’ll bleed and won’t get home. In Tehran’s chamber, voices steel and hard, They say the talk is cover for a marching guard.

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Verse 3 — Iran strikes back

Then Iran answers, metal wings across the night, A desert base goes silent under crackling light. Sirens call in islands where the causeways glow, A smelter burns and workers move slow. Even classrooms by the Gulf feel the shiver and the shake, Threats on campuses if no stand is made to take. Bombs fall on a southern port, smoke like a prayer, And a blue-helmed peacekeeper won’t rise from the square.

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Verse 4 — Oil shock and economy

The price of night climbs high on every glowing screen, Pumps blink warnings where the asphalt leans. The watchers say this shock outgrows the storms of old, With Hormuz clenched, the river of crude runs cold. Stockpiles drip to dregs, the cliff ahead draws near, A central bank delays, its outlook trimmed by fear. Factories in the heart of Europe stumble in their tune, Analysts say a downturn’s moon may rise soon. In Australia, buses swing their doors for free, A kindness in a costly sea.

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Verse 5 — ‘No Kings’ in the streets

On home roads, cardboard hymns lift to the sky, From every state, the largest, loudest cry. Red country courthouses, blue city squares, All stitched together by a thousand flares. In Saint Paul, guitars ring where stone steps climb, A former vice president lends a line. In Los Angeles, gas clouds curl and cuffs bite wrists, While crowds abroad raise matching fists. The palace shrugs and calls it funded play, The people answer, we are the day.

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Verse 6 — Pakistan’s table for talks

In Islamabad, careful hands set a fragile stage, Four neighbors share a page. Pakistan says, come sit, we’ll pour the tea, Beijing nods, the UN lets it be. As a sign, Tehran lets flagged ships slide Through Hormuz on a patient tide. In Washington, claims of victory crowd the air, In Tehran, the speaker calls it snare. A diplomat admits the notes have crossed, In Jerusalem the brakes stay on, the cost still tossed.

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Final Chorus and Ending

Straits are closing, streets are open, Oil burns while voices rise. Drums of war and marching feet, A world on wires and fragile ties. Open channels, raise the lanterns, Name each wound and set it right. Straits are closing—make them open, Turn the night toward morning light. Let the missiles lose their targets, Let the tankers find their tides, Fold the maps into our pockets While the students step outside. Open Mandeb, open Hormuz, Open borders of our throats, Trade the thunder of the warheads For a river made of notes. If the kings would take the oil, Let the people take the reins, Lift the treaties out of ashes, Wash the salt from rusted chains. Straits are opening, streets still open— Hear the peace bells start to pound; Bang the chorus, break the silence— Drown the war in human sound.

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