Debates

In my life,
I’m filled with hate and strife,
The skies raining maliciousness,
The world seemed to have a fine line of dank deadness.
 
Watching fights,
And arguments,
Neither might,
Nor brilliance,
Seemed to make his point.
 
As I watched this congress,
Endlessly in progress,
I knew that neither,
Said with vigor,
That which needed to be currently regressed.
 
On this endless blank chat,
I laughed as I absently beat away a harmless gnat.
 
I knew then,
They were wordless demons.
As they spat,
To each other at,
 
With a surprisingly ignorant tenacity,
I silently watched as they in their incompitentity,
Bullied away at useless banter.
 
*** A Counter-Argument ***

When time lies,
And the winds of change,
Rely upon their catalysts,
Is the time of which,
Aggressions rise,
And attacks grow more significant.
 
To be in motion,
A real commotion,
Is not quite tolerated.
All these laws,
These circumstance are made quite for a reason,
To protect us all, from ourselves,
On the roads of indecision.

ISA