Blustering

The fighting isn’t quite as very high
As any in the press would have it seem,
Or any giving speeches, or the teeming
Mass of angry followers, applying
Epithets to all the other side.
It’s really very simple: middle ground
Is where the politicians still around
Will finally be seated, each astride
Their bitter opposition.  All the rest
Is pandering to bases, or to claim
They fought the better fight, the very aim
Of honorable soldiers, and the best
And brightest, and, of course, the very men
We foolishly elected here again.