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War of the Trolls

    This conflict fought in every generation
    of pen and paper countrymen
    neither ennobles nor uplifts
    but the artlessness of putting down
    These captious bouts of ego and id
    where one names contrary such arcane ink
    of the one disagreeably reversing the stink
    so that every duel chains minds in legacy
    In this age, when pens cross, spitting ink
    in defense of a phrase, to topple critiques
    it's street rules amidst the faceless screens
    and a sneer when more dangerous by distance
    Each onerous unwinnable clash
    each furrowed brow set on turpitude
    a cause not worth a single breath
    this war too, has its conscientious objectors.
    Max Stadnyk