Of a tycoon who declares a rebellion,
Against his own venerable academe,
His vast riches mount not his satisfaction
But in changing course his joy doth teem.

The joys of life are now bought with remorse,
Fair tickets and journeys cost us dear,
For every mirth now has its price,
A steep toll on our cheer, I fear.

In yonder East, Blinken makes his stand,
For a pause, humane midst the raging roar,
Whilst hostages tug the heartstrings of the land,
As Gazan pathway gives a chance for more.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur