Farewell, land of the Tsar and sable,
Polymetal endeth its tale,
To Kazakhstan, a table more stable,
Encumbered less by risk and travail.

Across Europe, there's a specter in the vine,
Insuring junk bonds against the fickle fates.
A trifle too strong, the economic sign,
Leaveth sober minds in piteous states.

A warning to Rafah from Zion's peak,
Israel's patience wanes in weeks.
'Tis a game of power they seek,
A contentious brew that tension leaks.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur