Division, a poem

More commentary on the failings of the moment? Why yes.

Trenches dug, sides decided.
For what signal do they wait,
Stoking their simmering hate,
Washed in ideas misguided?

Keyboard combatants joust, 
Peacocking, Twitter bios trailing,
Blind to the looming derailing,
Bought-out imitations of Faust.

The trial is the tribulation;
The method? The will to persist.
No division, we willingly coexist
Or suffer further fragmentation.

Weregild from shallow diversities
Concreting factions over pigment,
Content of character lost, a figment,
Unless we dispense with absurdities.

Poem by Harakhte