Across the seas where markets meet,
A battle brews on tariffed street.
From port to port, the ships delay,
As taxes rise, the merchants pay.
A nation's pride, its walls of steel,
Imposed to shape the global deal.
"Protect our roots!" the leaders cry,
While trade winds falter, profits die.
The farmer tills his fertile land,
But surplus crops now stay in hand.
His buyers gone, they turned away,
To seek new shores where tariffs stay.
Factories hum with muted tone,
As parts once shared are now homegrown.
Costs climb high, the workers strain,
The global chain begins to wane.
Two giants spar with words and might,
Their trade war waged in endless night.
The world looks on, caught in the fray,
As balance tilts and debts outweigh.
The common folk bear all the cost,
Their savings drained, their dreams are lost.
Inflation bites, the prices soar,
While leaders tally up the score.
Oh, would that peace could claim the stage,
And end this economic rage.
For trade, when free, can bridge divides,
And build a world where hope abides.
So let us learn from battles past,
That walls of tariffs seldom last.
For in the end, all nations share,
A fate entwined—a world laid bare.