In the market's grand bustling gyre,
Behold Mercedes, noble steed,
Yet her worth's not echoed in her creed,
For a crisis unseen, does the crowd misread.

Beneath the sun's relentless glare,
India, the snail, lags in race,
Green-energy's hare sets a daunting pace,
While resources wane, a weary chase.

The scholars in their ivy towers,
Observe the dog and rabbit's duels,
In tales woven by the minstrel's rules,
Seek they wisdom or are they but fools?

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur