Hi Kevin,
 
Back in 2006 I received a copy of a poem by the late Cornish poet 
Arthur Caddick who wrote and had this poem published when he lived
in West Cornwall. It is as relevant today as it was then.
 
At the time it was suggested that the poem could perhaps be set to 
music and become a campaign song.
 Unfortunately this didn't happen although I did secure permission
from the copyright holder.
Perhaps the idea could be revived?
 
regards
 Roger

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 Brock

 
I was *Brock the badger*,
 Before the Saxons came,
 Before the Romans landed
 The Celts gave me my name.
 
Through centuries of baiting
 By louts whose love was hating,
 Through iron pincers gripping
 The throat, and dogs fangs dripping
 Blood, enough of my ancient kind
 Has death still, somehow, left behind.
 
I am Brock the Badger,
 I shrink from mankinds sight,
 A sett my secret homestead,
 My kingdom is the night.
 
And still I face new battle 
 Where badly-tended cattle
 In wet and careless counties
 Deny the farm free bounties,
 Myself, untried, am judged to be
 The cause of ills that kine give me.
 
I am Brock the Badger,
 They pump gas through my sett,
 I came before the Romans 
 I may outlast you, yet!
 
© 1983 Arthur Caddick