PROTEST
The galloping obstinates heading for the fray
Make a placard – to display what they say
Roughly written words hoisted on high
Conglomeration of puns most of them cliche
Cliche or not they reason
This is the season to make our voice heard
A deeply embedded cause
Wrapped in philosophical thought
They hope will hold sway
Marching – marching on – to the square
See you there – is it Tiananmen or Trafalgar?
With one voice all agree
Until the opposition arrive gleefully
Someone shouts ‘I predict a riot’
Somebody shouts ‘let’s all clash together’
One old man is back to mods and rockers
One young woman can’t see the connection
But they stay on the outskirts of the crowd
They talk together as he reminisces
Their strongly held views suddenly
Disappear as they don’t like violence anyway
So they go for a coffee and she marvels
At his stories
While he is glad of the company
“Can I be your Granpa?”
“Yes” she says –
So they live to fight another day
Some other time maybe?
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