She greets us, standing here in fields of gold,
Trusting, though we know she has probably
Destroyed some of our plants,
That we’ll not decide to escalate this battle
And attack her or her children.
We’ll stay on this path, agreed upon
As the ideal way to proceed,
And she has stepped aside to let us pass:
No money spent, no missiles launched,
And no hard feelings.
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