In Brazil where whisperings birth dread,
There lurk agents of different thread,
Posing as kin, pretending to blend,
To the West, a dangerous trend.

Zelensky of Ukraine does stare,
Into the abyss with a lion's glare,
Rejecting talks with the Russian might,
Staying human, holding the light.

Now heed the markets wary song,
For cheaper oil, they yearn strong,
As Saudi hopes, they fade and wane,
Against a wall of excess gain.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur