Oh bridge 'twixt dollar's might and lion's pride,
Thy steadiness flutters, few dare abide.
For signs of easing tarnish golden ride,
And might the yeoman's cycle once deride.

A stern decree cast forth to distant lands,
Turns agents of a shadowed war's demands.
In Lebanon, in Turkey, e'en Qatar sands,
The leaders of Hamas meet reaper's hands.

Oh dragon land of ancient scrolls and lore,
Investors shun thy marketplace once more.
Uncertainty and risks bloom from thy core,
Yet flows the tide, lost silver we deplore.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur