“They’re meant to be somewhere.”
“Not here,” I said.
Wear without wearers.
Hats without heads.
Pavements of placards.
Litter of loss.
Leaflets discarded.
Politics and dross.
Competitive opinion.
Numbers decide.
Marchers and voters,
Changing the tide.
Batons of fairness.
Truncheons so kind.
The enforcers of order
Help make up my mind.
These hats on the floor
Some speckled with blood
Become cushions for boots
Some speckled with mud.
Woolly ones, beanies,
Bandanas, and caps.
Symbolically leaving
Their owners in packs.
Coalitions disbanded.
The end of the pact.
No partnership so strong.
As a wearer and hat.
Tis a sad day for all.
This division and rule.
To leave heads without hats
Is unusual and cruel.
No Tall Stories 
June 28th, 2012 at 10:52 am
Great poem and message.
June 30th, 2012 at 10:55 am
Thanks Penny!
June 29th, 2012 at 5:26 am
Powerful words. I am deeply moved by this poem. Thank you.
June 30th, 2012 at 10:56 am
Thanks very much!
June 29th, 2012 at 8:15 am
Such an aesthetically written poem! It breathes life! Kudos.
June 30th, 2012 at 10:56 am
Cheers Chris!
June 30th, 2012 at 3:47 pm
Welcome mate!
July 10th, 2012 at 11:59 am
Awful to contemplate! But of course happens. K.
July 12th, 2012 at 10:32 pm
Great poems man, I really enjoyed them. Thanks for checking out mine!