It's The Old Story Of David And Goliath Poem by Mark Heathcote

Here, we see two countries locking horns.
Like schoolboys in the schoolyard.
As always, a bully twice the size is
throwing sawdust in the eyes of the other
and us observing bystanders standing around.

A boy much smaller on his bloodied knees.
Holding all the high-moral ground
takes his nose bleeds well and won't concede
It's the old story of David and Goliath, I fear.
I will dominate if there is more shouting.

But we're witnessing it. See, it's a battle of attrition.
Who'll fight longer, like a body combating cancer?
And in this battle, we're all rooting for contrition.
Ah, that from the bigger slain by the littler
to eventually become the rightful winner.