They sling mud balls at each other and spat <br />Sitting respectively in their countries <br />One day they say, “let us resolve disputes” <br />And meet in his or his palace to chat <br />Their wives, their kids, their seats, their fates and none <br />Of their countries, their men and boundaries <br />And bid adieu over a glass of wine <br />To soon declare, they made a good headway <br />And meet again this time in Champaign fair <br />They meet, they talk, they laugh and part for zilch <br />The border line remains like (a) bleeding weal <br />With both the sides aflame with ire and fright <br /> <br />The price at last is paid by populace <br />But peace remains as ever in pieces<br /><br />sathya narayana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/peace-talks/
