A conflict spun in Russian's fabled lore,
From Moscow's heart to Washington's austere.
In Ukraine's land, the dire clash doth roar,
A warrior's tale that's penned in blood and tear.
Fair China's bloom, for forty years did thrive,
From squalor-poor to great eminence climbed.
Now signs of woe and hardship do arrive,
The wheel of fortune cruelly titan-timed.
In golden halls, the wealthy weave their ploys,
With dynasty trusts, their fortunes to ensure.
'Fore tax cuts of Trump reach end of their joys,
Preserving wealth, their lineage to secure.
