the
man opposite Ben so tall
stands
defiant, staring straight,
towards
the heavily guarded gate
Atop
his weathered stubbly face,
a
knackered hat looks out of place
the
colourful badges protesting loud,
stand
out against the skin so browned
A
worthy cause? A foolish man?
The
beeps ring out from passing vans
The
policemen come and people go,
but
still the heavy traffic flows
A
mouldy bed he shares with mice,
in
summer sweat, in winter ice
The
spirit strong, the mind so clear,
what
was it? No it's never fear
that
caused the man as he stirs and wakes,
to
utter the words, 'Whatever it takes'
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