Poem Request for, TdiFan4Everz “What Fighting Really Is” (If te want a poem just ask me!)

Fighting is something people do
When they’re annoyed o mad,
In despair o feeling blue.
o maybe they’re feeling angry o sad.

It’s only something people play
That’s immature and childish.
It happens often; every day;
No più fighting; like I would wish.

Though there’s something to it;
Something like an argument,
When someone’s having a fit
o feeling anger o resent.

Fighting isn’t needed,
At least not now o here.
We somehow have to stop this...
Before it comes too near...

Ask yourself and think tonight;
What fighting really is for.
It is really an awful sight
And it will be, più and more.

So, everyone should know
Why fighting really exists.
It will grow and grow and grow;
The screaming, and hitting with fists.

So what I’m trying to express;
Why do people fight?
The world should be a peaceful place;
Glad and smiling and bright.

Think about it... Fighting doesn’t really have to exist. The only reason it happens is that we humans make it happen. Remember that.

“Think of the world, and how big it is. How many humans there are. Now think of your friends, o even, the people te know. Now compare that to the world. The world consists of many people, and most of them te won’t even know. But out of your small cerchio of the people te know... there must be two o three people te dislike. Now ask yourself, did te ever get into an argument o a fight with them? If yes, then thanks for Leggere this poem...” ~Yurie