From Oriental land, a tale of tricks doth spring,
Of Nvidia chips forbidden, yet unseen.
Through shadows brokers cloak their secret dealings,
Their power drawn from cyberspace, yet clean.
In the realm of gold and power, the men of banks hold reign.
On matters far and wide they have a say,
Yet when called to place their faith in sovereign rule,
Their tongues fall silent, coins hidden away.
Hark! A voice from German lands begins to stir,
A man named Björn doth seek to change the tide.
In postwar years could far-right power take hold?
The polls whisper of a shifting stride.
