In lands afar where conflict roars, 'tis Israel that strikes,
Near targets of Hezbollah, where danger ever hikes.
A salvo sharp, a prelude grim, 'gainst war's eternal lore,
In Lebanon, the tale unfolds, where peace is oft unsure.

Across the sea, in shipyard vast, in arm's embrace we find,
South Korea with craft and court, its prowess yet unlined.
Yet, Yankish ships by law's decree, their birthplace not to be here,
Prepare for a contest grim, 'neath China's shadowing leer.

Now in Pakistan's fraught realm, a sportsman holds the reign,
Imprisoned he may be, yet influences remain.
He defies the army's will, for democracy's endearing song,
A tabloid fixture, a star, his path both brave and long.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur