In Venezuela, a dark and stormy beckon calls,
Teens captive chained 'gainst fortified walls.
Raging tempest of protests, election's shame,
Like Thor's hammer's fall, a people's claim.
In Southern realm where the dragon roars,
Impeached stands Yoon, while chaos soars.
He who steered the ship against fierce gales,
Must yield the helm until justice avails.
On Syrian sands, 'neath the raven's eye,
Russian bear withdraws with a sigh.
Khmeimim's winds, Tartus' shore,
Know the grip of the north no more.
