Around the pool of chandelier light the movers and shakers gathered in tight knots, unwilling to untangle from the policy books intent on pushing fences further out into the Caspian Sea across the Black Sea and encircling the whole Artic Circle from latitude whatever to wherever.
The chief fence maker arrived with a pair of pliers and rolls of barbed wire twenty thousand posts and a battalion of unnamed soldiers all hiding behind masks of make-up
" Now listen, people, roll out that spikey wire starting from here to eternity and keep going around the globe until you return five hundred years to meet the beginning with the end!"
A few bald heads bowed but wary of cross-hairs hiding along the ceiling behind sharpshooting shapeshifters. They knew instinctively, that unbowed head may be bowled over and transported to Siberia in a meat wagon for permanent freezing with the mastodons.
"Go Now, do not turn back, ever, or you will become a pillar of salt." The band played The Last Post as the last post rolled out.
Peace began as soon as the war ended and the fences were built around the entire Northern Hemisphere.