In parchment old, the truth revealed,
The secrets held by Trump concealed,
Of military's hidden treasures,
Brought forth unto the people's measures.

From o'er the sea, in Albion's mist,
Lies Johnson, caught in scandal's twist,
Resigns as knight in Commons' Hall,
By truth's firm gavel, he did fall.

In Kyiv, brave warriors take the field,
To free their land, they shan't yield,
Probing defenses, they seek a crack,
To press the foes, and thus fight back.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur