Quintessential flames fired
In a war of words.
Debating, fighting, they conspired
Against the truth of the world.
Twisting turning tongues spat
Ideologies, each of a different kind.
In their own primed worlds they sat,
To the un-worded truth still blind.
To each his own and their words
Dipped in blissful ignorance.
Fighting over the same worlds,
In their own thoughts like a trance.
In every word they made a liar
As oblivious to the truth they endorsed.
And each man felt it his own devoir,
And yet, lost the War of Words.
[23.11.2005 - Poem written in ten minutes for a competition - it didn't win]
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