Diplomacy poem

Diplomacy is such a difficult balancing act,
a heady path,
with the greatest heights,
where treading so gently,
requires such tact,
but, how do you restrain yourself,
and train yourself not to react,
when the minds of war,
are in other people’s heads,
and, in a rut, and set so far back,
and when the world is dangling on an edge,
how do you face the facts?
With the whiles of your ways,
and the learning of your days,
as the bombs lay awaiting upon their racks.