In these times of seething turmoil,
Danger, hidden beneath the calm.
There lies a suit of armor, waiting,
Worn in victory, as in every Psalm.
Who will suit themselves in power,
A decision not made by words alone.
Acts count more in times of battle,
Despite the soft steps words condone.
The wise choose patience as their motto,
Never a rash move will they to make.
As a chess game, thoughts beforehand,
Spur on smart choices to undertake.
At the end of the day and every skirmish,
Bruises are healed, all wounds repaired.
Knights and castles of each altercation,
Casualties saved and brave lives spared.
The kingdom saved and its people glad,
Because of forethought to be had.
A better way to handle some problems,
Than displays of anger, a loss so sad.
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