Say it isn't so,
That we will never know
About the way to end the strife and rage.
Let's give it one more try
Or else, before we die,
My guess is that our counsel wasn't sage.
Please stop the violins,
Let's hope whirled pease begins;
Easier said than done, I know.
A better way would be
To see charity and mercy
Evinced, instead of blood soaked into snow.