In the heart of boot-bearing Italy's span,
Fair Cecilia doth in strange alms cower,
Smidst the shadows cast by Iran's power,
And the watchful gaze of Uncle Sam's clan.
In the orient land where morning sun doth pan,
A decree of martial might brings the hour,
Yet Yoon Suk Yeol stands rigid, refuses to lower,
As his guards rebut the arrest's advance.
In the realm where dragon roars and tyrants rule,
Beijing's ire on Trump's kinship doth unfurl.
Draughts of sanctions poured like ale in bowl,
A toast to Taiwan, in defense game no fool.
