Leaders talk back and forth in their lingos.
The interpreter stands by translating.
The future of the world is mapped and coursed
as people around live in hope- waiting.
But somehow the interpreter blunders.
Exchange of dialogues turns ambiguous.
People now stand stupefied in wonder,
and the curious become furious.
Unaware that the language was twisted-
the chaos these leaders fail to fathom.
Toil is wasted for the time invested.
The peace-talks become a meaningless hum.
Was this an error or just theatre?
The interpreter becomes the scripter.
