They are fencing off the High Street,
With CCTV and razor wire.
Armed security guards patrol,
The perimeter, and, if you enquire,
You will be told.
We do not need if any more, the High Street.
It is past its sell by date.
Obsolete, no longer any use.
Given time, the council, security, that is.
Will think of another use for it.
In fact, they are thinking about it now.
Their brains whirring away,
On overtime.
They pay themselves well, the council.
Security Council, that is.