The Worlds New Ruler. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Oil stops flowing, dark and thick,
From Iran's land, a sudden trick.
US says 'No more, ' a strong decree,
'Block the Strait, for all to see.'

Peace talks failed, the weekend gone,
Now tensions rise, a new day born.
No ships can pass, no oil can sail,
A pressure builds, a rising gale.

The world will feel the pinch, they say,
Two million barrels gone each day.
The cost will rise, the markets shake,
For everyone's economy's sake.

Iran's hurt deep, their coffers drain,
But pain for others, too, will reign.
A game of power, played so bold,
A story waiting to unfold.