Dearest Alabama, mere chaos sows,
In fields where the football of passion grows.
The Crimson Tide paints its claim broad,
Silencing Georgia - a stark accord.

A bard's lament for brave Ruslan Finchuk,
In battles ceaseless roar, fate abruptly struck.
Lost in a land where friend turns foe,
Grief is the seed his loved ones sow.

Sage U.S. coffers, opened wide,
Fail to curb Coal's burning tide.
South Africa and Indonesia, haunted and old,
Hold fast to their veins of blackened gold.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur