Upon the morrow's break, McCarthy thus had won,
His trials of coin in vaults deep, his rallying cry begun.
Within those hallowed hewn oak halls, unity did they affirm,
Against the Democrats' advance, a looming storm to spurn.

Though worn and prone to fail, the BM-21,
Desireth Ukraine more, 'gainst the setting of the sun.
From Soviet age it hails, imprecise yet stout of heart,
As they yearn for stalwart shields, 'gainst a world that's torn apart.

Evan Gershkovich, seized in land of frosts profound,
Upon such charge as espionage, in prison depths he's bound;
We cry out for his freedom, vowing our words speak truth,
For in his works reflective pool, shines the glow of veracious sleuth.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur