In the Land of the Rising Sun did stocks fall low,
Victims of the tempest, electrons and retails in woe.
Along the grinding fjords of conflict midst East and West,
The cost of flame and borrowings hath increased unrest.

Then spake the Australian bird, Qantas by name,
Coin for flight must rise, tensions are to blame.
The tempest rages on, the dollar weak and low,
Fuels the roaring dragon, keeps the coin high in woe.

In the heat of day, the Lion City's grace,
Shaken 'gainst the Eagle, in the world's swift race.
The storm of worldly tension, its claws deeply sown,
The mighty lion weakened, by the Eagle's stone.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur