The Tariff Wars

There are no bombs, nor guns ablaze No killing fields or bloody sands Yet world is driven into craze From “sweet old home” to distant lands Mosaic shattered on the wall To shreds is ripped old gobelin Oh why, but why we started brawl The one we cannot ever win? I want to think there was a cause A noble path to richer life Yet what has started with applause Created very bitter strife The tariff wars. Why on this watch? We shall be paying for it all The great intend is being botched As wheels come screeching to a stall Old broken ties, folks out of play Long harvest comes with little corn In time all heals, storm goes away But leaves dismay, fatigue and scorn Can’t act as bully among friends And even less among the foes “Put in your place” is how it ends And often with a bloody nose The shortage’s coming, doubt not And price, sky-high. Which we OKayed Big boys be fighting, with us caught In vicious senseless trade blockade I want a win for our side And pot of gold at rainbow’s end Must walk through anger, pain and snide While tariff wars are global trend April 28, 2025