In a backroom the deal was cut
And the opposing sides shook hands.
Finally cracked, was this tough nut,
And they settled on the demands.
Hope at last, there was a glimmer,
A fine photo-op with the press;
But already tensions simmer,
Which, I’ll admit, caused some distress.
And as they signed with a gold pen,
Were ancient hatreds put to rest?
These great leaders of lesser men,
Such visionaries, unlike the rest.
Former enemies, now allies,
With co-operation to share;
A solution in compromise,
This new beginning, sitting there.
But tenuous, you could see
And I sensed failure there and then.
I knew this peace would not long be,
When one guy pocketed the pen.
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