'' Is Truly A Skill '' Poem by Bri Mar

That poem you created,
Was your intention stated,
Context can be such a pain,
Did you mean it to be loved or hated?
Has your artistry all been in vain.

We're a fickle race,
Wearing many a face,
What offends can be loved by others,
Our state of mind there's no one can trace,
Our differences the truth it smothers.

We are really odd,
Sometimes death we applaud,
Have you ever stopped to ask why?
How can you kill in the name of your god?
Who proclaims mercy we all must apply.

What you think is good,
Some will say is rude,
As a species are we really the same,
Though we all survive on water and food,
Our differences do tend to inflame.

When all's said and done,
We murder for fun,
Is mass destruction our Earthly mission?
The Human's more dangerous than a loaded gun,
We know not the meaning of contrition,

What's written in ink,
Can cause a stink,
You're entitled to ask, what for?
Communication and context are the ultimate link,
They're the cause of many a war.

So before you write,
Will it cause a fight?
The answer is? it probably will,
Someone's ire out there you'll ignite,
Pleasing everyone,

‘' Is Truly A Skill ‘'