Kids smoking rollups
Looking cool with filters
Pushing a butcher’s bike
Stuffed with subwhoofers
“Fuck You I won’t Do What You Tell Me”
The protest posse posing for the long lens of the press pack
Do they know that demos are meant to fizzle like a sparkler
And then it’s time to go home
Job 
done, it’s been fun
Light the touch paper of democracy
A process hard won
If it looks like it’s gone out don’t go back-
It could explode onto the front page,
And riot rozzers are all the rage in this
Day and age
Legal Observer in orange gives me a bust card
“In case you get arrested”
Me, a 40 year old mum,
With a four year old son
I know what a bust card is
From way back when
But I never got caught up in any bother then.
As I leave Parliament Square lines of hi-viz cops
Become backdrops for tourists pics- memo of a demo
I clock the riot gear in the vans as I walk back across Westminster bridge
This poem was written in response to attending the strike rally at Westminster, a demonstration against proposed changes to public sector pensions and retirement age.
It was performed on the same evening of the strike.
For more information click here.
Entered into One Shot Wednesday at the fantastic One Stop Poetry site.
Wonderful! What a week you have had, part of the People speaking out and now Pulp.
i’m jealous, I must admit, but so glad for you, sweetheart xx
I have participated in some, including a march that sparked a revolution.
At least you had that right to march and protest. Some countries don’t even have that to begin with.
Thanks for sharing this~
Like this a lot and great use of language, Libby @Libbypoetry
Wonderful use of word play in this one, nicely done!
nice bit of social commentary….when i worked at a tire factory the union striked…about the closest i can come to it…this was intriguing..
Great poem!
brilliantly coined, crisp writing.