In lands of arid heat and stone,
Two mighty bears claim rights to throne.
In Nagorno-Karabakh, they clash,
And fears of war through nations dash.

The fragile woman, with child, she bears,
Lives 'neath the shadow of unseen snares.
For hypertension, a lurking snake,
Advise the healers, for mother's sake.

A deed in Ottawa, 'twas done,
Fell a Sikh beneath the rising sun.
A diplomat banished, with anger rife,
In the dance of nations, discord is strife.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur