“The Diplomacy Dance”
Picking Peace Over Pride
Why must we fight, with fists or with frowns,
Throwing our tempers all over the town?
When words can be bridges and smiles can disarm,
Why flex all that bravado, when calm holds the charm?
Not every hill is worth the climb,
Not every beep deserves a chime.
You spilled my tea? That’s fine, I’ll live—
Let’s swap a laugh and learn to forgive.
Let’s take a stroll down Diplomacy Lane,
Where folks use their brains before going insane.
Where “You first,” beats “I win,” and kindness is cool,
And egos get parked like bikes after school.
Sure, we all have our stubborn little streaks,
But peace has a voice—and it loves when it speaks.
So next time you’re heated, just give this a try:
Ask, “Do I want peace… or to prove I’m that guy?”
It’s not giving in—it’s choosing to grow,
It’s lifting the vibe, letting empathy flow.
The world’s not a ring, we don’t need to spar,
Let’s meet in the middle—no need for war!
So here’s to the peacemakers, gentle and sly,
Who settle a squabble with cookies or pie.
The world’s not perfect, but still we can strive—
To live with more grace and keep kindness alive.