In the distant lands where the poppies flower,
False amnesty by the Taliban's power.
Guides to US, once in honor's keep,
Now under cruel rule, unto death they seep.

Now harken ye to the Nippon's rise,
As banking shares in the eastward skies.
The long-term yields they do ascend,
A boon to all, God's fiscal mend.

Yet turn now to Geely's motor quest,
Flat profits reported, no gain, no zest.
For rivals fierce, their grasp hold tight,
Market's tempest, a harrowing night.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur