Shaking hands to tolerate the boons,
Agreeing to norms to show the global eyes,
Fiction of cooperation is easily taking around certain borders,
Till it would all be shaken down by those who pries.
Nodding mistily to be the part of memories,
Greeting proudly to regail the conscious mind,
Fiction of cooperation is being assured in these mountain borders,
Till it would be destroyed by those who are real owners of such confind.
How long they play these bloody games is hardly assured,
How well they may win is also clear to the globe,
These tricks would not encourage of such fiction of cooperation,
Either they are pure or they are hidden beneath Rogue.
Not far it will take them through flight in hope,
Not easy it may be for them to save their own face in such scope,
Such movements would not proliferate Fiction of cooperation,
At the end all will be gone like wet clothes from that broken rope...