15 Apr 2015 07:39:56
Twenty six years have come to pass,
Since the tragedy unfolded on the Hillsborough grass.
Ninety six souls slipped, needlessly, away
Ninety six souls whom we remember each day.
They came to support their favourite team,
Their target was Wembley and an FA cup dream.
As they entered the ground through the Leppings Lane gate.
They couldn't have imagined what lay in wait.
Caught up in a throng of people and amid obvious distress,
The police had dithered too long, only adding to their mess.
They lost control of the crowd as well as their senses,
Ignoring the fans pleas as they clambered over the fences.
Without a secondary thought, a sea of red shirts spilled on to the field,
Attending to the injured, not knowing that their fate had been sealed.
Trying in vain to keep their fellow supporters alive,
At least until professional help would arrive.
A few days had passed and the press had their say,
Of how events had unfurled on that disastrous day.
The Sun is a down market and daily publication,
Full of scurrilous stories to 'entertain' the nation.
This paper published lie after lie,
Of how the ninety six did actually die.
Blaming the people who had come to the victims aid,
But Murdoch lost no sleep, he was still getting paid.
The police fare no better in this sorry tale,
Blaming drunken fans was way off the scale.
The initial inquest was fixed to their eternal shame,
They exonerated themselves by giving Liverpool FC the blame.
Fast forward twenty six years and the tables have turned,
The bridges built by the establishment have been well and truly burned.
The families took their case to the powers that be,
And the evidence they produced was blatant for all to see.
The fans had acted impeccably, as this city has always known,
Leaving the authorities to crawl back under that stone.
The finger of blame was pointed back squarely at them,
And the nation, not just Liverpool, now knows who to condemn.
The Liver bird sits proudly atop the building with its chest puffed out,
The truth would always rear its head, of that there is no doubt.
If there is one thing that the city of Liverpool, to the world, has now shown,
Is that there are ninety six souls destined to never walk alone.
Just a little poem I wrote last year for 25th anniversary. On this date every year, us blues stand shoulder to shoulder with you reds. Gone but not forgotten, JFT96
15 Apr 2015 10:53:38
Well done spud. Lovely ynwa
15 Apr 2015 11:03:00
Beautiful
15 Apr 2015 12:30:44
I cried. excellent mate.
RIP, Jft96
15 Apr 2015 12:43:19
Respect-tears after reading that-puts everything into perspective
15 Apr 2015 14:21:58
absolutely brilliant poem spudv. i had to read it twice to fully ingest the words. jft96 you will always be remembered.
15 Apr 2015 14:25:58
Seriously top poem really emotional. Best post on here I've ever read and best thing in general I've read in a long time!
Thankyou!
15 Apr 2015 14:48:59
That's a great tribute. Seriously . who disagreed?!
15 Apr 2015 14:50:18
Nice one Spud la
15 Apr 2015 18:15:43
Cheers for the kind words to those that posted a reply. This, of all days, is emotional for everybody in this city, no matter what team we support. I'd like to dedicate this to 97 people. Obviously, the 96 that, tragically, never made it home on that fateful day. As well as to a truly remarkable, brave and selfless lady, Anne Williams. RIP
15 Apr 2015 19:35:18
There always has to be one PERSON to disagree.Like why for God's sake!!!
Barry inLouth
15 Apr 2015 20:19:31
Beautiful words, perfectly put.
Much respect from the MUFC.