Dollar signs, a mighty heap,
Two billion dollars, secrets keep.
To open doors, a watery way,
Trump's demand, come what may.
But China's voice, a steady hum,
'The Strait was free, before the drum.
Your actions, sir, they went astray,
An Iran row, you made that day.
A global scare, from empty air,
The trouble's yours, beyond compare."
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