Diplomacy Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A gentle word, a listening ear,
Can calm a storm, can dry a tear.
When anger burns and tempers rise,
Let talk replace the battle cries.

It saves a life, a precious breath,
And stops the coming of cold death.
A rule agreed, a path made clear,
To build a trust, year after year.

But talk needs hearts that want to bend,
Not those who only seek to rend.
And power shared, a careful art,
To mend a world torn far apart.

When one side craves to win it all,
Or builds up arms behind a wall,
Then words may fade, and peace may seem,
A fragile, broken, fading dream.