In the halls of power a harrowed dance,
An IRS rogue gave not a fair chance,
Stolen the gold script of Trump and peers,
Leaked unto quires stirring up fears.

An unholy toll in West Pakistan's tide,
In a procession of faith, fifty-one died.
A bomber, on himself inflicting due,
In the midst of prayer, calamity grew.

In Wall Street's realm, a reckoning day,
SEC's hand weighs heavy in the fray,
Fines like a tempest, drenching the wicked,
In their fiscal year end, the gavel hath clicked.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur