Once upon a Yorkshire time,
black faced whites stood on the line,
eye to eye with uniforms,
horses trudging,
pushing and shoving
but not budging,
truncheons bludgeoning,
blood spilled in playing fields,
not yielding,
folk gave food
like when the V2s came,
only the dates have changed,
blame passed like a parcel,
each morsel consumed
by red cheeked buffoons
sat in capitals,
chopping with large knives
our lives,
livelihoods and neighbourhoods,
ginnels and snickets,
whilst dads on pickets,
fought,of course
what we're taught,
is a system made legal by violent use of force.
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