Ephemeral

With a debate my neighbour who was 
Squat  with his crestfallen face.
Wrinkled his simplicity of heart 
They were went out from the
Sustenance of doing very well
The sustained good hearts were
Broken
Filled with hoodwinks.
They were ventured to hurt each other
It was the thorough destruction
Depressed the death of one's feelings
Each of them shifted to   earn their
Lucrative consignments it had 
Caused to  tear the flags of harmony.