Got there at 12
in quite a cold breeze
set up our stalls
on Knightsbridge
the ease
of setting up
tables and leaflets
right there
by the front entrance
and starting to share
our voices our leaflets
our knowledge for we
speak to the passers by
and let them see
and let them hear us
for we do our thing
with the megaphone army
that we always bring
Peter, with his camera
parked by the road
Rob with his megaphone
hoping to goad
rex with his megaphone
and others who
are giving their best
doing what they can do
with Harrods just down the road
the foot fall here
is constant a great stream
of people appear
almost every moment
but the racket we make
many dont go in
we make the ground shake
our voices are constant
the knowledge is high
we rant and we pant
and people ask why
the store still sell fur
when its banned over here
to be made, to be farmed
so it is very clear
that the store lacks all empathy
and doesn’t care
its profit and margin
they dont know whats fair
they dont care one button
all that they need
is a heaving bank balance
and if animals bleed
they just turn away
pretend they don’t know
but they are the evil ones
whose profits grow
on the agony they cause
from their great big store
sat in the shadows
based on blood and gore