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
