Of Trump's indictment, readers engage,
In law's domain, carelessness or sage?
A crime without a wounded soul,
Such quandary fills the parchment scroll.

In young minds, gender's woes reside,
Alarm can harm, yet oft misguide.
Transient be this path they tread,
A phase of search; not fate's firm thread.

Lest Russia fall in disarray,
A chance for China, some may say,
In chaos seek stability,
But not at cost of equity.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur