The Strait of Hormuz
By Bai Jiaoye
186 ships laden with black blood
Like a handful of fish bones
Stuck in the throat of the Strait of Hormuz
96 million barrels of oil
Frozen inside the pitch-black hulls
Like a river
Not banished by the sacred mountains
In silence
Lies a force ready to surge and detonate at any moment
A madman covered in age spots
With dirt buried up to his nose
Sobbing with the tides of the Persian Gulf
Wielding a rusted scepter
Making the abacus of history
Crackle and clatter
Negotiation
This colossal lie
Has completely rewritten
The absurd scripts of human military and politics
Letting rogue shamelessness
Instantly shine and prevail
Seven billion grains of dust
Chase and bite greedily
On a blue marble
Divided into more than two hundred villages
For thousands of years
Don Quixote has never defeated the windmills
Repeated history
Is nothing but power copying power
And greed always defeating faith
A lunar eclipse swallows all light from the sky
Fireflies become the only warmth on earth
Artillery tears open the orange wounds again
AI shoots through the absurdity of faith
Condemnations only fire empty words
Churning the cold and false dust of history
Colorful flags
Flutter loudly in the sea breeze
The words of the charter written on the water
Ripple in the instantly vanishing waves
Lights burn the shores
Cannons plow the oceans
Thirty-seven years of wrapped heads
Cover the holy and beautiful radiance of Persian women
Under the fire
People’s cries shatter the streets
The leader’s perseverance
Is the silent stubbornness of a martyr
The fall of one leader
Overturns the past of the Middle East
The sand dunes of Arabia
The dome of Islam
Past tribal feuds
Sectarian conflicts
Internal old wounds
All melted into an iron wall by national anger
The rift between Shia and Sunni
Melts at once in the face of hegemony
The eyes of millions of believers
Gather into a blazing flame
An eighty-year-old politician
Gambles with the arrogance of votes
Israel, selfish to the bone
Aims the sight of AI
How arrogant it is
Thinking that cutting down the standard-bearer
Can bring surrender
But it never knows
What falls is one Khamenei
What stands up
Is the backbone of the entire Islamic world
The waves of Hormuz
Rage with crude oil and anger
This throat of the world
Is no longer a pasture for the dollar
The chess game of power
The law of the jungle
Will eventually be measured by justice
In the conflicts of the blue planet
The thunder of unity
Is roaring over the ten thousand waves of the Persian Gulf
Do not fear the long night occupied by darkness
Stars have their own cycle of movement
Watch the lights
Even baptized by artillery fire
Will eventually8 piece together
A complete rising sun
Before the dawn comes
2026.3.3
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