In the land of Ukraine, a bitter froth hath formed,
From Russia's tap it flows, many a life it's stormed.
Yet, aid might come, heralded by Congress' morn,
31,000 sacrificed, in their hearts, futures unborn.

The court 'bove all, shall judge a knightly fight,
'Tween speech unbound and giants of pixelated might.
In Texas and in Florida, they brace for legislative night,
On the internet, some find their voice, others lose their right.

In Carolina's fertile grove, rose a victor stout,
Trump oer Haley, by twenty points, did rout.
His hold, like the tavern's ale, hath potent clout,
Yet a leader against him, nowhere springs out.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur