By all accounts
It was little more than a protest.

By all accounts
It was little more than a protest
But all I saw was
The slates been
Tossed off the roof.

All I could hear was
Them crashing
Onto the floor
With a element of surprise
And the buzz of the guards
Who were running
Around below
Like headless bees.

All I could make out was
The occasional word
Screamed out across
The short distance
through the window
And the blur of the helicopters
Flying around the sky
With TV Cameras
Dangling out of their side
Like vultures.

All I could remember was
After your second question
The way you trotted
The rest of them out
With such speed
It was clear
You were not answered
In what I was
Going to say
And was more interested
In what was going on
Across the road.

All I could remember was
Your half mumbled sigh
At the end of my every answer
And the way you looked
At your watch twice
As if you were wondering
would I ever shut up.

All I could remember was
The way you looked
Out of the window
All the way down
The stairs
And then disappeared
Like a ghost
At the reception desk
Without even
A thank you for attending.

All I could see when
I stepped outside
Was the Police barricades
And what was clearly
Families at the edge
Trying to find out
Where their loved
Ones were okay.

But your reflection
Shone in the window
All the way back to my car
Like a crazed queen
Who was enjoying
Looking at the madness
Going on beneath her.

Needless to say
I didn’t get the job.

But wished I had
Got on that roof
Looking back.