Conflict resolution skills seem few, far and between. Folks today spend all their time talking to a screen.

Communication downfall, we used to be much better. Gone are the days of using stamps and writing mom a letter.

Your tone assumed in your last text and now somebody’s mad. Time to use those spoken words-explain yourself to dad!

You’d think with such convenience, our skills would be much better. That text you sent, back in my day, we’d call that a love letter

Confidence now masked by folks who hide behind their keys, thirty years ago my friends, hand on throats would squeeze.

Kids would solve their problems by putting fist to face. Now they cry to teacher who finds them a nice safe space.

Violence you say, that’s not the way, well it never went that far. As for today, the words you say seem to cause some much more harm.

No one’s allowed to work things out, on playgrounds on their own. Adults solve all the problems, sending angry kids back home.

All too often kids would fight and afterwards survive. Boundaries set between them, no longer was their strife.

They play fun games of violence, their parents, unaware. They learn to kill by shooting guns not knowing life ain’t fair.

They can’t express emotion, not allowed cause it’s too violent. But when something goes a miss, the schools and parents silent.

They take no blame deflect the shame at those who’er uninvolved. Fingers point and laws are changed but nothing’s really solved.

Fathers gone, mothers alone to raise kids on their own. I think the problems of today, summed up in this short poem.