The Quarrel
Leathery words harshly spoken
Voices shrill and highly pitched
Without reason, without token
Indulging in subjects quite unhitched
Without cause, without fiction
Mounting on with no restriction,
Reaching deep some unknown weakness
Leaving one shocked and speechless
Barbarous phrases meant to harm,
Surging on with up heaved alarm
Raging high in humiliation
Hitting back in retaliation
Anger full of intense frustration
Irrational through the full duration
Dredging up some deep emotions
Hitting hard those old devotions
Satisfaction found, still more sought
Forgetting all which has been taught
Wondering at the futility of this fight
Yet flinging back with all our might
Knowing that nothing can be gained
That both parties have been maimed
Yet charging unchecked headlong on
Aware that all this must be wrong
Still reaching no real conclusions
Leading yet to more delusions
Protesting with suspicious mind
Another soul, another kind
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