An Observation made by He

How strange to see what mine eye clearly states
To be a state of being that relates
Two persons by the quarrel between them.
How odd it is that they should fight, when dens
Of thieves beneath the streets of the city
Should be the focus of their sight. Pity. 
Weird to see the weir of their anger break
Over with wanton violence, to slake
A rivalry forged by their parents hand.
Base to see such beings be for the land
Exactly what they accused each to be;
O if only blind men could see the sea
Of trouble they are in when they do fight,
The futility of day fighting night.

                      An Observation made by He, (c) Luke Bennette, June 2012