Friday, 29 April 2016

27 years is a long time

Hillsborough was horrendous, tonight's BBC documentary was a painful watch.
Here are two poems I wrote over the years.

A few recent articles here and here.

Great podcast here well worth a listen.

This one was from the 20th Anniversary in April 2009.

Hysteric Call

Can todays youth ever envisage
With their gadgets, football from a seat
Those old enough retain the image
A queue for a phone in the street

In Sheffield they queued for miles
The football not worth a damn
Faces pale, void of smiles
“I just need to ring me mam”

Back home the waiting excruciating
Minds racing, families concerned
That night some children walked right in
Others, they never returned.

This one is from September 2012

All Apologies

The youth of today just won’t understand
What life in the eighties was like
Food on the table was paramount
And very few kids had a bike.

England was being run into the ground
A battle scene version of Hades
Labour Left Liverpool cast adrift
By Margaret the Iron lady

What happened on that April day
Embodied that Tory decease
Third class fans in rundown grounds
Impunity for the police

Duckenfield, clueless, out of his depth,
Up to his neck in pain and death
In Devon where he lays his head
May that day haunt your every breath

Pitiless Poppers post-mortem
Deliberate, callous and cruel
Accidental death at three fifteen?
Who were you trying to fool?

Thatchers police had served her so well
Waving notes at the down trodden miners
Cover up, statements were altered
How evil was blood testing minors?

Tory Boy Patnick went to work
Casting shame on the dead and the dying
For planting lies a knighthood earned
We always knew you were lying

And now the truth is out at last
They spout their sickly faux sorry
They’ll get what’s coming soon enough
Justice will see them the quarry

Thatcher now old and quite senile
Still an icon of anger and hate
No rejoicing til she’s safe and sound
In the Hades she tried to create

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