Batter them down

Off their steed

Short shrift given

Patience at need


Argueing blindly

Tangled spilt hairs

Stood back watching

The exchange of glares


Token statements

Where logic fails

Square one bound

Waiting prevails


No one has won

For the evidence is lacking

Dancing round in circles

No more with attacking


Each one has vented

With no harm done

Just stirring of the air

And now they begone

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