From China's grasp, a quill's set free,
Cheng Lei, her name, that flies o'er sea.
Like rabbit from the snare's confines,
In Australia's arms, now she shines.
Li Changjiang, like a goat's retreat,
From Garden's thorny seat he beat.
In China's field of stones and moor,
Resigned his post 'midst tumult's roar.
Oil, like a hound, does sniff the air,
Its price swings with the Israel's affair.
Like snail's slow trail in morning's dew,
All eyes watch where this path runs to.
