Arena in the Timber by Frizzy J

Friends and foes

Exchanging blows

Beneath the dappling leaves

Surrogate sunlight shines

‘Neath false bannered pines

The raider’s fleet, it reaves

These blows we see are common

These blows are sword and fist and pen

Winners emerge and so you see, the populace receives

A series of lies and doctrines

New ways to hold one’s head

When foes and friends are left for dead

Which side really wins?

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