With Abrams strong, beyond enemies' clutch,
In Ukraine's land, arriving with such haste,
Too little, late, or just in time as such?
Their might with older tanks can scarce be faced.

The Federal Hawk its talons doth extend,
Its grip on rates, the common folks do sting.
For those who borrow, find they must contend,
A woe to some, the higher rates do bring.

In Germany, where Intel stakes its claim,
A bottleneck doth challenge its desire,
A dearth of hands, and energy's high flame,
Impede the growth of this chip-making squire.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur