In realms of study, choices laid so bare,
Private halls glow, with public gold they flare,
By their own will, the pupils claim their share,
In scholarly banquet, their fate ensnared.

Behold! In Red Sea's deep and brangled sway,
A choice destroyer, caught in tumultuous fray,
With drone and missile, the quietus lay,
'Gainst commerce's steeds, the threat held at bay.

A beauty Queen, a crown of universe adorned,
In Nicaragua's tale, now bitterly scorned,
Accused and charged, in power's scorn,
E'er after the bloom of victory was worn.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur