In Rheinmetalls halls, echoes of gold ring true,
Guidance kept over realms vast and wide,
In landscapes marred by eastern scorn, neer skewed,
Orders like sea waves, in relentless tide.

Allianz stands, its fortune's gaze unwavered,
With profit hewn from vast estates so grand.
Though some assets lay low and tempered,
The solid earth doth 'neath their ventures stand.

Ever onward, Siemens on the path to thriving gold,
Its view set far tho' stormy future threatens.
Industries of ether faulter in their hold,
Yet steadfast remain the titan's reckon.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur