In gilded halls where fortunes turn and wane,
A pause ensues, the oil's pulse restrained.
Held in thrall, investors keenly await,
Venezuela and Iran might alter the state.

Behold, how metals, proud and resolute,
In ancient China's land, their worth dispute.
Support measures strengthen their grand purpose,
Stirring a spark on the market's surface.

New Zealand's plans, bold and undeterred,
A digital tax, by multinationals incurred.
By twenty-twenty-five, they shall impose,
A check on global giants, courageously proposed.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur