Thou mayest have heard of such strife,
When widows and babes beg for life.
In cruel Octembers cloak, snatched by Hamas abhor,
Then freed 'mongst gold disputes to home thy did restore.

In meadows fair, where beasts of yore do roam,
Heat's wrath and thirst rob grass of its home.
In nature's crucible, the wise in white, do glean,
Seek her secrets to forge a crop ever green.

The frail deal struck 'pon Wall Street, just for jest,
ICBC, the Eastern dragon, its new nest.
From bargain of a coin, woes did runneth o'er,
A prize more beastly than e'en dragon did explore.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur