Atos' fortune frieze, troubled by strife,
Clients flee, leaving wounds rife.
As snails retreat to their tight spiral case,
Await they rescue with tempered pace.
In Mandarin fields, sales find bloom,
As horses sprung from electric womb.
Beijing's favor drives the surge,
Like rabbits running, to sales they verge.
Yet in property strife does China stew,
With pockets barren, income few.
Once-rising dragons of land and stone,
Now see their golden firestones flown.
