Peace Talks

PEACE TALKS They sling mud balls at each other and spat sitting in their respective countries. One day they say, "Let us resolve our disputes! " and meet in his or his palace to chat...what... about heir wives, their kids, their seats, their fates and nothing about their countries, their men and the burning boundaries. At last with silly simpers they bid adieus over a glass of wine to soon declare, that they made a good headway. Well they meet again, this time in a Champagne fair, again they talk, they laugh and part for a zilch! The border line remains like a bleeding weal with both the sides aflame with anger and fright. The price at last is paid by the populace and alas, peace remains as ever in pieces!