In shadows, or a golden glare,
Biden and Trump brace to battle fair.
Age becomes a wild mare,
Mayhap to tilt the scales of welfare.
Upon China's data, oil leans,
Stable in the market scene.
Yet the traders, keen-eyed, glean,
More is sensed than can be seen.
Hear ye now, 'tis Russia's court,
Secret trials, justice to thwart.
Gershkovich, a scribe of sorts,
Amidst June's bloom, the battle's fought.
