The map is changing, lines redrawn,
The West looks on, a worried dawn.
Russia and China, hand in hand,
A pipeline built across the land.
Old routes now fade, their power gone,
A new direction marches on.
Europe chills, the prices soar,
While gas flows east, and asks for more.
'Far Eastern Route, ' a whispered name,
'Power of Siberia, ' fuels the flame.
The dollar shakes, its grip grows weak,
A different future, others speak.
An energy fortress, strong and bold,
A story whispered, yet untold.
Your wallet feels the distant sting,
As power shifts, a different thing.
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