With a whisper and whine they muttered their speech,
with a glare they constantly watched.
With a menacing shout they made all aware,
of that which they wished to make out.

With an egotistic air they pushed all aside-
in their minds, as their self-righteousness, obliged.
With a fistful of wrath they intended to finally
****, strike and shatter -why?

Were they even aware of the harm they would cause,
did they ever consider the pain?
The fact that the spirit would diminish and fall,
through the void that defined it so well?

For the sake of themselves, no they did not,
or was this their intention so fair?
Was this their main, fruitless, harsh aim?
Was this the sad truth, all in vain?