In the land of dragons, a grim deed unwinds,
Nought could halt, the repatriate's bind,
Lament for the souls, to cruel reign confined,
In Jong Un's realm, naught but hardship they find.

Trading goats to snails, in sorrow's cascade,
Sartorius' fortune, a swift downgrade,
In markets fickle, even brightest shade,
Seventeen percent, the toll that is paid.

Oil, it stirs, alarmed rabbit in chase,
Midst desert sands, wolves bear a stern face,
In the Holy Land, peace further misplace,
Escalating woes in Middle East's space.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur