If we were kind, it’s seldom we would yell.
We’d demonstrate the gentle in the mind,
respecting how our lives have intertwined,
refraining from a tendency to tell
each other how to better. We’d compel
behavior matching what we wish to find.
If we were kind.

And if I could, I’d cast a magic spell
designed to send the negatives that lined
our plans and faces quietly behind.
We’d neither lie – it’s snarkiness we’d quell,
if we were kind.