In Tehran, a leader didst lay low,
Iran's wrath, no man could slow.
Despite pleas from U.S. and Arab ties,
The vengeful heart seldom complies.

In Israeli lands, 'tis a harsh sight,
A war prolonged brings days of fright.
Reservists tire from the fray,
Their pockets thin, in disarray.

In lands of the rising sun, a fall,
The Nikkei's plunge doth appall.
A weary figure, cruelly bled,
By weak U.S. jobs and yen's rise, 'tis led.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur