I order this dispute to end,
This row is to be suddenly dropped,
I think we contest the opposite of good.
To squabble is to brawl over the improper,
A strife is suffered too needless,
It is nonessential, dispensable like a drug,
This makes it unnecessary and so redundant.
We wrangle to order and direct,
The bidding is solidly big,
We launch ourselves into oblivion.
The institution of such concepts
Will break the backbone of society
If origination of severe tools is accomplished;
The initiation of surprising speech
Exercises despair on the crowd,
I order this dispute to end.
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