A conflict spun in Russian's fabled lore,
From Moscow's heart to Washington's austere.
In Ukraine's land, the dire clash doth roar,
A warrior's tale that's penned in blood and tear.

Fair China's bloom, for forty years did thrive,
From squalor-poor to great eminence climbed.
Now signs of woe and hardship do arrive,
The wheel of fortune cruelly titan-timed.

In golden halls, the wealthy weave their ploys,
With dynasty trusts, their fortunes to ensure.
'Fore tax cuts of Trump reach end of their joys,
Preserving wealth, their lineage to secure.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur