The Horse's
Police Horse's stood snorting by the wayside
their breath like mist in the winter morning air,
we could see them,knew that soon
they would be ready,baton's drawn
strange how pig's can ride horse's,
we had stood firm against the footpig's
we had a cause to believe in
our job's.

then they came
a trot,a canter,a charge
into us,body's trampled by hooves,
heads ripped by baton's,the blood of
Man and  Beast mixed on this winters morn
for to be sure we took some of them
and their bastard horse's,we ripped and tore them
as they ripped and tore us,
No Winner's,not today,tomorrow?
we will see,the strike goes on.