The Negotiating Table Poem by DM W
The Negotiating Table
They talk in sound bites
To the amorphous masses.
They drone on and on
Around the fabled table;
About conflict & peace.
But nothing ever changes.
Same as it ever was.
Same as it ever was.
They like the sound
Of their own voices.
They've designed
A blueprint for the future:
To seal their names in history.
But the body count just gets higher.
Same as it ever was.
Same as it ever was.
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