human
And the smoke rose slowly, slowly, As a signal to the Nations.
gpt
Wildly glaring at each other, In their hearts the feuds of ages. Then upon the ground the warriors Threw their weapons and their war-gear, Leaped into the rushing river, Washed the war-paint from their faces, And in silence all the warriors Broke the red stone of the quarry, Smoothed and formed it into Peace-Pipes.