The tube today was full of peace activists
We gave up our seats for weary marchers
And placards needing seats of their own.
Last week it was hunters brandishing fox furs
And waging war on us city folk
For our ignorance of their genteel ways
In these uncertain times you remain unchanged
You sit where you always have sat
Look with the same unwavering stare.
I know that you see the spread of panic in me
As I catch headlines over a stranger’s shoulder.
Do you know that your presence comforts me?
I feel uneasy when you are not here
And I search for you in ever-moving crowds,
In other carriages,
Through other doors.
Written about 2002/2003 at the time of the Iraq war protests and marching of the Countryside Alliance against the ban on hunting with dogs.