Not the more recent riots in London, but rather, the allegedly 'peaceful' student protests that soon turned sourly and expectantly into an impotent riot, of sorts.
As my un-reliable memory recalls, I was very nearly hit by a charging horse. I don't hold that against horses.
Here is a poem I wrote as I relayed the event to myself:
Police men and their
horses.
In blinds and binds
unnatural.
How they think to ride out
into crowds
and accuse us all
of crookery.
Crooked cops,
liars and bastards.
Less than man
who stands on two feet.
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