Poetry: Dickheads on Social Media

Sorry to subject you to more poetry, but I get angry and I want to find a way to express it.

All is good. All is fine.
My chamber echoes with peace sublime.
When friend of friend drops troublesome word,
All is poised, ’bout man absurd.

Intellectual challenge. appeal to because.
Answer with logic, and assume he was,
Lost and confused, mislead and bruised.
But debate betrays intentional ways.
War declared, from pain he dared.
Speaking, not Seeking,
Preaching, not reaching,
A Snake “awake”,
Respect to take, repute to rake,
In a discussion for which, openness, you did fake.

Adding some coals, to further his goals,
An engine, to injure,
Human rights, he would hinder.
Attacked my love. Hurt my friend.
Abate our freedom, without an end.
Values unaligned, I cannot be kind.
Now to unwind. I was so blind.
Myself I blame, for believing his claim
Of openness to explain, a position so lame.
Why do I bother? Let me return, to chambers of the same.