Riot


Alarms going off

The sirens sounding

The lights coming up

Vans and batons

In the darkness

The charge of horses

On the riot lines.


And these are

Children, drug addicts,

The revolutionary,

The idealistic,

The disturbed,

Squatters, travellers,

The weary and the

Wary, the critical

And the cynical,

- Not criminals.


They attack ever

Those who most

Care for the

Rest of us –

Environmentalists,

Amnesty, latterday

‘Saints in Arms’

With only sticks

For muskets.


- Or those who

Most need our

Care – abused

Children, addicts,

The left behind

Rather than the

‘Loony left’.


And we send out

Police or army

For this?


When half we

Ought to

Care for,

And the other

Half – we

Need their

Care,


For Heaven knows

We neither

Care about

Ourselves

Nor the state

We’re in.


Only that

T.v. and shopping

Are drugs that

Don’t register

On the lists

And self-deception

Isn’t down in law

As a criminal act.







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