A Chaotic World. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

World spins, a whirl, a tangled mess,
Countries fight, in deep distress.

'My own defense, ' each nation cries,
But share all strength, a better prize.

EU's busy, one thing at a time,
Now defense, that's the climb.

Iran's ready, a trigger near,
For strong attacks, spreading fear.
'Surrender now, ' they softly plead,
Or face our might, a fiery deed.

US offers, a peace to find,
But Iran balks, with words unkind.
Some US points are bad, they can't agree,
While talks are close, for all to see.

Will peace arrive? Will battles cease?
Or will the chaos never decrease?