KEEP MY DOOR
Next time you come with a search warrant
I’d like to keep my door on please
On its hinges
Give me time to raise the chain
And the drawbridge
Before you give the signal
For all out alert
It could be a battlefield
Me against 7 uniformed riot clad coppers
It is me. Jesus. The Son.
I’ll carry it on my back to the repairman.
Save the forest, Giles.
Copyright B E Saunders 2016