Riot Shield Poem by John Paul Butler

Riot Shield

There's a shy soul inside
Trying not to get out
There's a quiet soul inside
That doesn't want to shout
But l've got myself covered
With a chaotic and noisy shell
Which is there for protection
By raising anarchy and hell
It's my defence mechanism
Against the world around me
A force field and riot shield
Against cruel batons of society
It's my defence mechanism
Against the lie of democracy
A riot shield and force field
Against hard barons of propriety

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My inspiration for this one came to me, as many poems do, in the form of a wordplay that turns things on their head. I thought to myself - what if the shield itself was a riot of protection for my gentle/delicate inner self (against the supposed ‘order' of society's ultimately false democracy) . A slightly shorter and different version of this poem featured in the Isle of Man Poetry Society's biannual publication ‘Manx Reflections' Issue 12 Winter 2021 (Page 71) .
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