As Moscow doth oil aflow, to scorn the cap,
Their purse swells, though sanctions trap.
Lessened half, their gains did show,
Now seem' to rise from 'neath the blow.
Discover trails, seek ye delight,
Tech shall guide you true and right.
Mark well your path and save thy life,
Lest ye stumble in nature's strife.
Watch now, the drugmen of the West,
Their movements tip the Euro's rest.
Through ropes of tax, they weave their lot,
Affecting Europe, they careth not.
