Cross Swords

[ I am not much of a poet. It's just that I couldn't express what I wanted to through these lines in an essay write-up kinda way. Bear with me, kindly. ]

When peace questioned destruction,
The result was frustration;
When amalgamation questioned solitude,
The answer was crude;
When freedom questioned suppressed,
The air went depressed;
When optimism questioned pessimism,
The outcome was chauvinism;
When truth questioned false,
The resolution oozed trance;
When white questioned black,
The retort lost track;

Alas,
Hail! Vanity; Insanity.