A glass house

there was nothing wrong, nothing to see here,
the cold, wet, dreary day they descended upon us
flooding the streets, driving fear into the hearts of the populace

this was something that needed to happen they told them

a problem, long festering that demanded it be rooted out,
they were only there to make things safer for everyone else

hiding behind masks, speaking through batons and rifles,
these men, these occupiers, were never above the law,

how could they be, when it kept changing to suit their needs

jackboots, thugs and bullies moving with impunity

kicking in door after door, taking people away like things,
never putting them back, their families left wondering
the macabre parade of heavy vehicles,
driving down our roads, keeping us safe

the people cried, this was wrong, so terribly wrong,
why couldn’t others see this
they did, they saw it so clearly and believed in the occupiers,
there were good men, carrying out a righteous cause

others saw it too, witnesses to the tragedy happening in plain sight

they just looked away