Decades hence, 'twill be learnt with bated breath,
How oil's worth climbed unseen, shadowing death,
Inflation's looming ghost, a fearsome wraith,
Stalked markets trembling 'neath its spectral scathe.

In tales of power, fame, one name does feature,
'Tis Kim Yo Jong, the North's enigmatic creature,
Her star aloft, her grip on power most tight,
In elder brother's shadow, finds her might.

Speak we now of metals valued most high,
Ahead of U.S. numbers, watch them lie,
Gold holds steady whilst base metals stir,
Affects of inflation, currency's cur.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur