From Nippon's heart, a sorrowed echo rings,
By tech and craft, entwined in dark despair.
Shackled by cost, swift wings of commerce clipped,
The Nikkei falls, 'neath heavy heart's weighted air.

A change in skies, a crewman's path reformed,
The once familiar trudge, now stirred in flight.
In quest for hands, the grande dame plies her charm,
Her mighty plane, a testament to might.

Hearken the voice of law, its whispers keen,
From Fifth's own courts, the stones of justice fly.
In question lie the lives, so caught between,
A right to arm, a right to life, a sigh.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur