Upon WuXi shares, see, volatility doth weave,
A U.S. Bill revised, a deadline to conceive.
By 2032, business ties shall turn tired,
Afflicted by the Act, such Courtly ties expired.

In Moutai's cup, a mystery deep and grand,
Hidden in its essence, many fail to understand.
Boasts of market cap, yet in shadows it doth linger,
A global phantom's dance on the tip of every finger.

Across Ukraine's plain, the Russian tempest roars,
Bombardment, brutal, lethal, as the war endures.
Steel darts rain from storm clouds, hard to parry,
Ukraines skies darken, with burden heavy to carry.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur