Upon the shores of distant Überseas,
The green-eyed Amazon starts to squeeze,
With Microsoft, they cast a looming shroud,
A dance of power, quiet yet loud.

The Dollar, once so proud and stout,
Now weaker, it incites some doubt.
But fret thee not, for this decline,
Is but fleeting, as the divine.

In German lands, Bunds they weave,
A bolster 'round the yield they perceive.
Yet signs of peace hide from the light,
Eternal struggle, day and night.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur