The oil, it slides, as falcon's flight,
Oer Middle-East's unending plight.
As shields bear scars, so markets brace,
In lands where Aid begins to trace.

The crown of Rome, in valour gleams,
Defies the thunder, captures dreams.
Her gilded bonds, like Odin's might,
Gainst tempest's wrath, hold the night.

The wires of Italia come to cross,
Where KKR lays gold before the boss.
While Odins eyes, in watchful stare,
Doth mark the sparkle in their snare.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur