To the courts of gold and fields of green,
A chance to own is now foreseen.
On the stage of sport, an arena most keen,
In the grand game of wealth, Goldman Sachs does glean.

Behold, a tempest in the market's might,
As tech giants falter in their flight.
The Dow and Nasdaq in woeful sight,
S&P succumbs to the waning light.

Of strikes and idle, the factories sing,
Both Ford and GM feel the sting.
In the dance of labor, a sudden swing,
The ripple spreads, a grievous ring.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur