Surrounded

The three fronted war, Is anything but a bore, There is an enemy over there, Friends hardly anywhere, Two not know what they do, But the battle still ensues, The other does not seem to care, And fights the war as if it were a dare, I find myself guarding three flanks, losing ground with the world to thank, trying diplomacy with one, Has caused that truce to come undone, Being aggressive with the other, Caused that world to start to sunder, Playing it by ear with the last, has got me no farther then it has in the past, So i stay awake to fight, And plan to win by the dawn's morning light