In the kingdom of oil and dinar,
Where desert storms in fable are spun,
Brac'd by the Saudis, the wares grow thin'er,
A rise in fortune 'fore year is done.

Whilst in the land where spices bloom,
Lies tension 'neath G20's grand dome,
The world's great houses in subtle feud loom,
Where rivalry stark, makes India home.

In the realm where the olive trees grow,
Where ancient Romans held high their might,
A new seven-year bond they bravely sow,
At eve, they reveal in autumn's soft light.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur