In lands that belong to the Eastern Raven,
Carriages of iron, by the tempest wrought,
See sales bloom forth, a hundred score times seven,
Driven by the winds of change in foreign port.
In the dance of commerce, Stellantis bold,
Makes pact with CATL, their coffers to enrich,
Batteries for the carriages, traded for gold,
Ready their axe, for a new venture to pitch.
Yet, in the East where the dragon doth reign,
Nikkei edges lower, a warrior wearied by fight,
Falls to the strength of the yen, a chain,
Dimming the sun, casting the land in blight.
