ORGREAVE – Poem by Striking Miner, Billy Fraser

I was there in 84

I seen, I saw, I know the score

In training shoes and Scotland top

A magnet for the coppers prop.

A young lad just over 20

One baton hit was more than plenty

A rock in hand was my defence

For what unfolded made no sense.

The beatings that my comrades took

As coppers ripped up the rule book

Charging once, they charged again

Truncheons swinging trying to maim.

So forgive me if I dont forget

The bully boys from the MET

Who tried to smash heads of no one finer

My friends, My comrades , The British miner.

Never forgive

Never forget