THE HIDDEN CURRENTS OF THE WORLD, Poetess - Tran Thi Lan Anh Aschaffenburg, Germany,

 



THE HIDDEN CURRENTS OF THE WORLD

Tran Thi Lan Anh

Aschaffenburg, Germany, 


Beyond the shore where wild winds roam

A shattered ship once carried home

The sea no longer calm and wide

Now restless waves refuse to hide


A missile cuts across the sky

Not steel alone but hopes run dry

A darkened sea begins to spread

Its shadow where the waters bled


From Gulf-born flames to Europe’s door

A shift in gas affects much more

A narrow strait both day and night

Still holds the world’s shared lifeline tight


No longer distant, far away

One vessel shapes another day

A drop of oil upon the sea

Can tilt the world economy


The numbers once so firm and strong

In trade and markets all along

Now turn to waves we can’t control

When fire strikes routes that link the whole


The world’s a thread both thin and tight

More fragile than we think is right

One end may stir so soft, so small

The other wakes a rising fall


The buyer never sees the war

The seller feels its tremor more

A rise in fuel, a silent climb

Can shake a thousand lives through time


No one stands outside this chain

All bound by loss and shared by gain

Peace is not distant, far above

It sails in ships we fail to love

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