In buildings of business, now silent and bare,
Homes for hearts kindled in offices spare.
Oh, not every structure suits abode's desire,
Yet a billion feet of solitude to inspire.

Shah, Biden's man, with potent promises vast,
To green lands bestows treasures contrast.
In political storm, he sails steadfast and bold,
Boon for a brighter future in his hand he does hold.

Hear of the turmoil in labor's domain,
Is this growth of jobs real or feigned?
A twist in the tale, a trick of fate?
Whence is the truth of market's state?

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur