The Rhetorical Question?

Tropical tantrums gestate into flamboyant persuasions 

To soothe this delicate mood.

Colorful connotations refrain from taking 

Every single supple simulated proudly

Placed amalgamation, that stammer out 

These wild winded frustrated bashful cries,

Congregating in corners like tear ducts 

Of the brave departed fragile gushing eyes.

Side by side we wonder who is wrong 

For these rights. Minds stop to remind us to see

What must be done in this world 

Of sunder is a stringent fight for pure diplomacy?

For the sake of the young ones 

Who come after thee, in tempered times just to please,

Pampered lives truly believe 

What they are doing is for those they solemnly appease.

Glutinous greed sheds untold desolate lightly toned lies 

On this depraved depravity

Hemispheres in orbit conspiring 

In twisted unraveling blubbering anguished gravity

Withholding truths from every single common man, 

When will they ever understand?

They have the rights to fight with vigor 

For this life that they consummately demand.

Arms outstretched showing they have families, 

Wishes in this bitter wind show plight,

For fallen brothers that stand bravely 

Without forced draft perturbed by heavenly flight.

Contested by the will of many brethren 

For this shameful ungodly Trojan mystified war

With slick greasy palms traipsing for a hasty surge 

That’s really not worth fighting for.

Scorned are memories shattered slain 

That will be left behind on lonely battlefields!

Scared secret whispers are all we will hear 

Of our penultimate misplaced causalities

When faced with this misled grievance 

Of another atrocity to enrich solemn minds,

What will be left at the end; 

We will see is what we perceive to be a rhetorical find!