I walked alone on Parliament Square
A card on a cord around my neck.
One word written in the centre, ‘NOT…’,
Arrows drawn pointing from a clock face
A darkclothedman accosted me,
‘You’re spreading alarm with your sign;
That piece of cord, it’s a lock-on device’.
I was surrounded, police handcuffed me.
They pushed me to the ground, ‘kneel!’.
A crowd gathered.
I held my arms up to pray.
A voice beside me said, ‘take him away’.
‘Lock him up, throw away the key, .
‘Tell everyone, ‘cancel him, no platform him’.
Lost for words, I was stuck in a cell
‘For your own good, your protection!’,
From their thoughts yours & mine.
Lesson learned; I’ll never walk alone.
Nothing to see here.
© Christopher
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