New Market Economy Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A heavy hand, a constant drum,
Of threats that boom, for everyone.
A giant's voice, across the sea,
Makes small boats fear, uncertainty.

The world looks up, with worried eyes,
As flags are waved, beneath grey skies.
A leader shouts, 'My way is right! '
But shadows grow, in fading light.

The neighbors turns, to build anew,
A different path, for me and you.
The sun may shine on distant shores,
Where open hands, unlock new doors.

A giant's hand, forever clenched,
Rattling swords, a world estranged.
Each clang and boom, a rising fear,
Whispered warnings, drawing near.

Mexico's looking south and east,
Finding markets, building peace.
Europe turns a hopeful eye,
To India's markets, reaching high.

When friendship fades to constant threat,
Nations look for safer net.
Trade routes shift, a slow retreat,
From shores where anger can't be beat.

The dollar's reign, once strong and bright,
May flicker, dim, and lose its light.
For threats repeated, day and night,
Can break the bonds, and dim the light.

The old friends part, with heavy sighs,
And seek new bonds, beneath new skies.
For friendship fades, when fear takes hold,
And stories change, as they are told.

Old coins once bright, begin to dim,
A silent shift, a fading hymn.
When trust is gone, and words are steel,
Even the strongest, start to feel

The slow decline, the lonely fall,
As walls go up, around us all.
A gentle touch, a listening ear,
Is stronger far, than threat or fear.

T.M.Solvang