World's Highway Patrol Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A giant strides, across the lands,
With badge of stars, in outstretched hands.
It sees the world, a road to mend,
Where wrongs abound, and futures bend.

From Gaza's dust, to Syria's pain,
It seeks to guide, to ease the strain.
But many frown, and turn away,
'Why this patrol? Who asked you to stay? '

Each nation sweeps, its own front door,
Protecting hearth, and asking for
A chance to breathe, a space to be,
Without the gaze, of liberty.

While shadows loom, of global fire,
Each power treads, with held desire.
The giant watches, hand on gun,
Till dawn arrives, for everyone.