Blaire Peach 1979

 

April the 23rd 1979

Lives destroyed

Peace out of reach

The terrible death

Of Mr Blaire Peach

 

We’d gone to Southall UB1

London town

Wearing badges 

and a frown

And marched our anger

 

The National Front

The enemy at our gates

They waved the Union Jack

They raised right arms

In fascist salute

 

The police charged us

Not them

And batons waved

the coppers yell

Poor Blaire Peach turned and fell

 

An innocent man

A caring man

A new Zealand man

Who fought for fairness

Honesty unabashed

And died his brain badly smashed.

 

The judge said

Its your own fault

Your skull was too thin

To survive that gentle rap

Of weapon on knap.

 

But your legacy was mighty

We ended SUS

And went to Brixton

And fuck you Lord Scarmon

Fuck you Thatcher too

And goodbye to the SPG.

 

But your murderer still walks free

defunct member of the SPG

Officer “E”

Who washed his clothes

And grew his beard

And hid his cosh

And lurked behind silence

And the coward slid away

And now he sits in the whore chair.

At Winchester University.

 

Though on this day

Dearest Blaire

Some of us still care

Will always remember

The way you died

And the way they lied

And their lack of spine

On the 23rd of April 1979.