How Mebd Makes Peace

The armies come upon their chariots,
Strong men, whom Mebd knows...
Glittering is their armor,
Great is their might.
Stirred into battle by rumors at a bad pig roast.
Yet, Mebd knows how to make peace.
She brings the maidens out of their huts
Bare chested, and numerous.
And they await the host.
For what stirs the barbarian's heart
To cease combat, is the offering of women.
Mebd knows the hearts of her compatriots well...
And then games proceed, where heroes do their duty
And the comical Ulsters go about their business
With their weird politics, of stirrings and caprice.

How I wonder if our world leaders are not like so?