RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: WAR
The War Zone
Every week by small degrees
The zone of conflict grows
From Lebanon to Yemen
Each side lands another blow
The Red Sea passage is open
But it is subject to attack
The flow of oil is threatened
The Houthis will strike back
There is more than meets the eye
In the growing zone of war
The pieces are in motion
Across the world’s chessboard
We know all the players
The proxies and the powers
Each move pushes forward
Toward the final hours
This is not a game of intellect
To exercise our minds
If we fail to see the whole
We are playing the game blind
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