"Iran's defenses cracked, a failing shore!"

But drones still rise, and missiles still fly,

While promises of “victory” wither and die.

They bombed the barracks, the fields, and the schools,

But embers ignite, defying the rules.

"A week from nukes!" the whispers did claim,

Now the launchers still stand, fueling the flame.

The U.S. ships sink, a whispered disgrace,

While Iran lines the Strait at a measured pace.

“Hormuz is closed,” a defiant decree,

And oil prices surge for all the world to see.

"We've won!" cries Trump, a repeating refrain,

As new leaders rise, amidst the pain.

"It’s a disaster," the whispers grow loud,

As Iran's shadow falls over the crowd.

Drones pierce the radar, a digital tide,

While Western systems falter and hide.

From Azerbaijan's borders to Gulf's darkened shore,

Iran's influence strengthens, demanding more.

The Kurds rise up, but the tide won't turn,

And the whispers persist - lessons unlearned.

"Iran is winning," the truth starts to seep,

While the empire falters, and falls into sleep.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5846536&forum_id=2.#49749232)