Of Beijing's might, lies a riddle, veiled in night,
A fiscal storm, both grand and vast,
Yet in their hall, clarity's light is cast,
Leaves kin of gold with prospects unwrit, in fright.
Upon the world, a shadow of dearth is cast,
No babes to bear an elder's lore, no warrior's fast.
The king's own coffer nor minivan drawn by steed,
Hath naught reversed the childless tide in deed.
From lands afar, to Israel's bountiful coast,
An iron shield arrives, a bulwark 'gainst enemy host.
Amidst whispers of war, with Iran the ghost,
Echoes the drum, the U.S eagles' boast.
