The Day We Burned Down Trafalgar Square

I was just getting down to some serious action

With the female wing of the Red Army Faction

And it was only when I felt the underground rock

That I realised I’d been thinking with my cock

But I sure was glad that I found you there

The day we burned down Trafalgar Square

And the A23 will always be

The realm of us peasants who yearned to be free

Of the iron chains of the fascist few

And the black jackboots of the boys in blue


© Chris Bond — 1992


The Poll Tax riot. Footage exists somewhere of me chasing a group of coppers armed only with a plastic bollard. They all swiftly disappeared into the side door of the South African embassy, which said building was at that point was in flames. At the time I was living at a squat in St Agnes Place.