In lands afar, the Bear doth sway,
Ukrainian hearts to keep at bay.
Seeks to steer their battle cuffs,
In the north, where conflict roughs.

Lonza, in dismay, does confess,
Market tides its gains compress.
In the realm of pills and cure,
Demand now lower, profits unsure.

Hark, the market's whispers float,
A higher dollar, bond yields denote.
Silent are the traders' games,
Awaiting Fed and ECB's claims.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur