Sweet Inquisition

Here they come down the hall To pick a fight and start a brawl Here they come stomping to the door In hopes of finding an undiscovered war Here they come frothing with spite And here I lay, praying for flight Here they come with hateful words in hand Here I lay beginning to feel the unspoken demand Here they come with their righteous dispositions Here I lay with my questions and inquisitions I wonder why they do this? Acting so glorious, yet never seeming to be so victorious I wonder why all the pain For such little gain I wonder