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