The Rising Tides of Fear

The Rising Tides of Fear

In Yemen’s land, where terror blights the skies,
A storm of conflict rumbles, chaos lies.
With every airstrike, echoes fill the air,
And analysts foresee a cost unfair.

The supermarket aisles, where treasures gleam,
May lose their luster, prices stretched extreme.
For cargo ships, once bound for Red Sea’s shore,
With fear diverted, seek other routes more.

As bombs rain down upon this wounded land,
Innocence is shattered like fragile sand.
Yet far away, the ripples soon are felt,
In aisles of Britain’s stores, as prices melt.

The rising tides of fear now grip the hearts,
Consumers held captive as costs depart.
The struggle of a nation, far from sight,
Inflates the cost of groceries, day and night.

But let us not forget the human cries,
A nation torn apart beneath the skies.
As prayers take flight amid the bombs and tears,
We ponder on the cost of our own fears.