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Straits and Prayers

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March 31, 2026

Straits and Prayers

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Straits and Prayers

Verse 1

He said he’d black out their lights, torch the wells and the island, If the choke point stays shut and a deal never lands. Says he’s talking to a gentler face across the desert, Tehran calls it smoke and mirrors on the sands. A Kuwaiti tanker burned at anchor in Dubai’s water, Prices climbing like a fever in the air. The watchdog called this the biggest shutdown ever, Treasury vowed to take the channel, step by careful step, from there. Spain closed its sky to warplanes, tempers flared across the ocean, The secretary scolded allies for walking off the line. Ships keep getting wounded in the Gulf and the narrow, A war of drones and shadows under brine.

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Hold the line, open the way, Let the tankers glide and the children play. We’re running on prayers and refinery flames, Lay down your weapons, remember our names. From the straits to the squares, to the cracked cathedral stones, Choose bridges over targets, hearts over drones.

Verse 2

Pentagon pencils maps to step ashore and seize an island, To knock out coastal teeth that bite the passing steel. Marines arrived with birds and boats, the decks are humming, They’re talking raids and weeks, a grinding wheel. Tehran warns the carrier will glow if it drifts closer, And threatens the other gate near Yemen’s sand. Bases thicken with Americans, options stacked like storm clouds, Even that oil island’s in the President’s hand.

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Verse 3

The fund of funds says every road runs uphill now, Higher bills, slower breath for a waiting world. That closure’s the largest rupture of the oil age, Old ghosts of the seventies freshly unfurled. Importers bend in Africa, Asia, Latin shores, Europe feels gas shivers in its bones. Fields grow dear as fertilizer climbs the ladder, The big economies huddle; an outlook’s coming on.

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Verse 4

In the east, metal wings swarm under noon-day sirens, Lines shudder as they probe for any seam. A maternity ward was broken by the thunder, Maps don’t settle, peace feels like a dream. Kyiv says the focus west is thinning out their missiles, While Moscow feeds Tehran the aiming stones. Ukraine posts teams to shield our bases in the desert, Guarding sleeping runways from the buzzing of the drones.

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Verse 5

An American-born pontiff raised the palms in Rome, Called the Prince of Peace by his given name. Said God won’t hear the prayers of those who wage it, A rebuke to holy banners fanning flame. He prayed for Middle Eastern pews gone empty, For bells that should be ringing in their homes. In Jerusalem the Patriarch met a shuttered doorway, War rules turned the ancient church to stone.

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Verse 6

Through Pakistan’s corridor came whispers of a bargain, No bomb, give up the stock, muzzle the guns by proxy’s hand, Open up the water, let a few ships move in mercy, Said the White House; Tehran said that’s not our plan. Cairo, Riyadh, Ankara tried to cool the embers, Red flags from China slipped the narrow lane. And Tehran tied any silence to Lebanon’s heartbeat, Cease the northern thunder, then we’ll talk again.

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Bridge/Final Chorus

So hold the line, open the way, Let the tankers glide and the children play. We’re running on prayers and refinery flames, Lay down your weapons, remember our names. From Hormuz to that other gate, from Kyiv’s fields to Peter’s square, Turn the switches back to life, flood the world with open air. Raise your hands, not missiles; loose the harbor chains at last— Make the headlines crack and crumble as the future overcasts— Now shout it like a siren that can only sing of peace: Unlock the straits, outsing the drones— let the wars release.

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