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
