In realms far East where Dragon's heart does lie,
New gold bestowed, Chinese banks climb high.
Their kingdom's heart, in morning's cool embrace,
Puts trust in banks to steady rapid pace.

A tale so dark, of whispers on the wind,
From Cuba's shore, the Dragon's eye doth find.
Signals swift and silent sail the main,
In unseen war, for knowledge they lay claim.

Now to Southern lands, where Chevron makes its stand,
Appeals for peace in labor's troubled hand.
A struggle fierce, where nature's riches hide,
Two giants wrestle, both riven by their pride.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur