Straits and Streets and Sirens
Verse 1 – Kharg Island
Over black water, the rumble rolled in,
Steel birds cut the night where the tankers begin.
The order came down, the guns found their mark,
They left the pipes standing but threatened the spark.
A leader fell silent, his shadow still long,
A son took the mantle, the missiles moved on.
They’re naming it fury, they’re counting the cost,
In echoes and ashes, the line has been crossed.
Day 14 of Middle East conflict — Trump says US 'totally obliterated every military target at Iran oil hub | CNNIran war: What is happening on day 15 of US-Israel attacks? | Al JazeeraIran live updates: Trump calls on other countries to assist in Strait of Hormuz | ABC NewsLive updates: Iran war news; crew killed in plane crash identified | CNNChorus
Hold the line, hearts on the wire,
Roads of oil, skies of fire.
Keep the faith, don’t let go,
We are the current under the flow.
Light the truth, raise the sound,
Love is a border that can’t be shut down.
Verse 2 – Attacks on Jewish sites in Europe and US
In Amsterdam’s quiet, a school wall shook,
Pages of prayer with a scorched, open look.
A synagogue smoldered by the mouth of the sea,
Teenagers taken, a claim from a shadowed decree.
Liège heard a thunder, Michigan a crash,
The mayor said “targeted,” the windows were ash.
A chorus of leaders: no room for this hate,
But fear walks the pavements when fire finds a gate.
Amsterdam Jewish school struck by explosion in wave of antisemitic violence | CNNExplosion hits Jewish school in Amsterdam after synagogue attack in Rotterdam | NL TimesBlast damages Amsterdam Jewish school in 'deliberate attack,' mayor says | Times of IsraelExplosion damages Jewish school in Amsterdam with no injuries reported | EuronewsBlast hits Jewish school in Amsterdam, mayor calls it targeted attack | Jerusalem PostChorus
Hold the line, hearts on the wire,
Roads of oil, skies of fire.
Keep the faith, don’t let go,
We are the current under the flow.
Light the truth, raise the sound,
Love is a border that can’t be shut down.
Verse 3 – Strait of Hormuz crisis
The strait grew narrow, the tide turned mean,
Tankers at anchor, prices unseen.
A pledge to choke passage, to tighten the seam,
Markets went fevered like a bad, waking dream.
The world cracked the vaults for a lifeline of crude,
The biggest unsealing to calm a bad mood.
Economists warned of a chill in the air,
When energy falters, it’s hunger we wear.
Oil prices soar above $100 after Iran says Strait of Hormuz will remain shut | CNN BusinessNot 'a litre of oil' to pass Strait of Hormuz, expect $200 price tag: Iran | Al JazeeraOil prices, recession: What happens if Strait of Hormuz stays closed | AxiosOil prices volatile on conflicting reports about Strait of Hormuz | NBC NewsOil supertanker rates hit all-time high as insurers drop war risk protection | CNBCChorus
Hold the line, hearts on the wire,
Roads of oil, skies of fire.
Keep the faith, don’t let go,
We are the current under the flow.
Light the truth, raise the sound,
Love is a border that can’t be shut down.
Verse 4 – Strikes on Kyiv, talks on ice
Sirens in Kyiv, the grid took the hit,
Glass in the courtyards, resolve that won’t quit.
The table went empty, the chairs pushed away,
While another war’s thunder stole the world’s day.
A waiver across oceans drew anger and doubt,
As money and missiles kept circling about.
Yet far to the east, through smoke and shadow,
A factory fell quiet to a long Western arrow.
Russian strike on Kyiv region kills 4 and wounds 15, with peace talks stalled | NPRUkraine Peace Talks Appear Paused Amid Middle East Conflict | RFE/RL via GlobalSecurity.orgRussia and Ukraine both claim front line progress with US-brokered peace talks on hold | EuronewsUkraine strikes Russian electronics plant that builds missile components | Washington PostChorus
Hold the line, hearts on the wire,
Roads of oil, skies of fire.
Keep the faith, don’t let go,
We are the current under the flow.
Light the truth, raise the sound,
Love is a border that can’t be shut down.
Verse 5 – Homeland paychecks and airport lines
In uniforms blue, they showed up and stood,
With wallets gone hollow and shifts understood.
Belts, boots, and carry-ons crawling like snails,
People with tickets and patience gone pale.
Some turned in their badges, some drove through the night,
Delivering dinners to keep on the lights.
A firing at sunrise, a new name to wear,
But promises don’t fill an empty air.
TSA workers grapple with loss of first paycheck | CNNTSA workers miss a full paycheck, while travelers keep paying airport security fees | NPRTSA workers set to miss first paycheck as Senate bickers over DHS funding | CNBC'Officers are at their wits' end': TSA workers brace for missed paychecks | MS NOWTSA workers set to miss first paycheck with no end to DHS shutdown in sight | The HillChorus
Hold the line, hearts on the wire,
Roads of oil, skies of fire.
Keep the faith, don’t let go,
We are the current under the flow.
Light the truth, raise the sound,
Love is a border that can’t be shut down.
Verse 6 – Drones and the unlikeliest allies
A whisper from Moscow on how to take aim,
Maps on the table, no more hiding the game.
But out of the ruins where drones learned to bite,
Came teams from Ukraine to guard in the night.
They wired the perimeters, listened for wings,
Merops in orbit, intercepting things.
Old foes and new partners, a tangle of thread,
Protecting the living from storms overhead.
Russia Helps Iran Attack U.S. and Its Allies. Ukraine Helps Defend Them | FDDUkraine Peace Talks Appear Paused Amid Middle East Conflict | RFE/RL via GlobalSecurity.orgBridge – Rise
From Kharg to canals, from checkpoints to spires,
From checkpoints and terminals to candlelit choirs,
Let every lane open and every child learn,
Let workers be honored and wages return.
No sacred house burning, no ships held at bay,
Let leaders speak softly and stand down the fray.
Final Chorus – Higher, louder
Hold the line, hearts on the wire,
Roads of oil, skies of fire.
Sing it loud, let the cities hear:
We are the drum in a world of fear.
Light the truth, raise the sound,
Love is a border that can’t be shut down.
Hold the line—let the sirens fade,
Hands in the open, no more afraid.
Turn the tide, lift the ground—
This is the moment we won’t back down.