Aggression

Aggression has never produced anything,

At least anything useful.

It's nothing more than a ticking time bomb.

All we have received from it,

Is stupidity.

The stupidity of careless thinking.

The stupidity of rash decisions,

And of course,

The stupidity of regret.

It's been like that for many years.

Rather than calm discussions,

Men raise their guns to prove something.

What is it that they try to prove?

Hell if I know.

Author's Note

I wrote this poem because I could not get over my mother's stupidity. Just today, she and my eldest sister got in a fight. My sister is already at the age where she can move out and support herself, but she's not prepared to leave home yet. Despite this, my mother has gone and made the rash decision out of anger, rage, and aggression to kick my sister out. Obviously, being the teenage, highschool brat I am, I can't interfere. So, all I can do is wait. 

Update

My mom calmed down after my dad talked her down. My sister's still staying. Thanks to everyone who cared.