'' Conflict Is For Fools '' Poem by Bri Mar

I remember well,
My days as a child,
Finding something to sell,
Had me beguiled.

That's when I learned,
From my adult peers,
More than money was earned,
These adults were seers.

Always show others,
The utmost respect,
Not just sisters and brother,
To all is correct.

Elders and teachers,
I gave no lip,
My mouth had strange features,
Mine had a zip.

With pride I was driven,
I tried so hard to please,
Whatever I was given,
With both hands I'd seize.

To all the world's life,
I was told to be kind,
Without them there's strife,
To their plight don't be blind,

A bird in the hand,
Was never refused,
I would make a stand,
If wrongly accused.

The lessons I was taught,
Are still with me today,
Respect can't be bought,
We all have a say.

By teaching our successors,
These basic rules,
They can show the aggressors,

‘' Conflict Is For Fools ‘'