The King And His Tariff Bin Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The King checks his bin, day by day,
For tariff coins to lead the way.
He calls them shot, his trade war might,
To bend the world to his own light.

He threatens high, a fifty score,
On goods that reach Iran's shore.
He wants control, a mighty hand,
To reshape trade across the land.

Machines must change, and markets bend,
His tariff coins, a forceful trend.
He sees the wealth, the dollars won,
But ripples spread, 'fore day is done.

The markets shake, the stocks take fright,
As echoes rise from day and night.
Like ancient laws, that blocked the flow,
Will this plan work? We long to know.

He builds a wall, to guard his own,
And throws his voice with power shown.
But ammunition, strong and bold,
Can lose its aim, as stories told.