A Volvo sage, so named Karin Svensson,
In quest of net zero, a mission taken on.
Like snails seeking the horizon 'yon,
Electrification, with aid sought, horizon beckons.

Banned is the cotton, from China's warm soil,
Forced labor reaping, causes blood to boil.
Yet rabbits in burrows, twisting, uncoil,
Our chain dressed in falsehood, in deceit we toil.

Castles of power, of U.S. and Chinese kind,
Link new conduits, understanding to find.
Like dogs sniffing trails, in darkness entwined,
In queries of policy, truth they hope to bind.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur