The Negotiation Table

The negotiation table With sounds of Booms Invading rooms And the mounting fears For the closest spears The negotiation table That could things make stable, Should step into the scene And hands not yet blood-stained keep clean. The four-legged furniture For every peace-craving creature Never greeted with smiles, And chilling glimpses by Evelyn Of Enemy killers Javelin!! That which urges insurgents to split And mutineers to wait a bit; War dancers proclaiming a disappointment And combatants giving a different appointment. The carpentry that halts an Armada; A criminal use of the radar, Holing up the anxious grenades Of panting infantry brigades. Dries it does the tears of a shelled neighourhood; Stickers to the scene of their childhood, Speedily sheathing a drawn dagger Which would its receiver stagger. The Negotiation Table is another Olive Branch For intercepting blasts that make people bunch!