From shadows deep a merchant rises high,
The fabric kingdom is his boon to claim,
Soon monetary chants his name shall cry,
As fame nudges the shepherd of the bazaar to fame.

An alien in an integrated land,
In orient's heart, an occidental glow,
Breathing fresh life into old command,
He stirs within the stagnant pulse a new flow.

In Gaza's siege, the simplest needs become a plea,
Across the arid dunes help does tread,
Yet many a heart must bear the agony,
Of leaving kin in need and forging ahead.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur