Gigantic Clash Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The sea is tight, a narrow space,
Where ships must pass, at hurried pace.
Hormuz Strait, a vital vein,
Now blocked by fear, and rising pain.

America stands, with power bold,
A story told, for young and old.
But Russia speaks, with voice so grim,
'This path you tread, is dark and dim.'

And China adds, a steady hand,
'Our ships are free, in every land.
To touch them now, is to defy,
The strength we hold, beneath the sky.'

A clash of giants, drawing near,
Fueled by doubt, and fueled by fear.
The world looks on, with bated breath,
Will anger bring, a dance with death?

The energy market, holds its head,
What price will be, if blood is shed?
A war no one, can truly claim,
Is sparked by pride, and burning flame.