This "thing" wasn't written intentionally as poetry, more just to vent on paper. It sounded like a tribal chant in my head as I wrote it, a pounding kind of rhythmn:

Animosity
That creeping monstrosity
How do we fight it?
Did we invite it?
A piece of tinder,
We ignite it.
Don't feed the flames
Calling of names
Placing blames
You it shames!
Rise above it
Reach out and love it
Extinguish the heat
Forgiveness has it beat
Unimportant issues
Flush away like tissues
Until you're left with something healthy
No way in for the mean and stealthy.
Peace.