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