• A Disappearing Trick
    A flick of a pen, sleight of hand. Top brass coppers making a stand. Stories to invent, a case prepared. Altered notes, the vanishing word. Words removed, a disappearing trick. Mud to throw, hopefully to stick. Cops instructed what they can say. Incriminating evidence to go astray. Two video tapes ‘stolen,’ a likely tale! The […]
  • The Winter Call
    It doesn’t matter how old that I get. Or how many suns I see rise and set. I’ll never forget how they took you away. Respect for our lost friends I’ll always pay. No matter how many rivers that I see flow. Or how many full moons that I see glow. I will always ask […]
  • In Those Days
    In those days of lies that I recall. The made us feel so guilty and small. They tried to imply we killed our own. No respect from some, only malice shown. In those days of lies that I recall. They hoped we had no answers at all. But our City stood firm, red and blue. […]
  • The Corruption Team
    There are obvious signs of crimes at the scene. Now it’s justice versus the corruption team. Who will come out of this battle on top? The establishment or the voice of The Kop? Fans lie on the terraces motionless and weak. Fans lie on the pitch, attention they seek. One ambulance arrives, the rest turned […]
  • Posties and The Sun
    Well done to all you posties, good on you! Don’t touch that paper, no forgiveness is due. Beyond Liverpool borders, the hurt didn’t stop. The Sun caused damage well beyond The Kop. Well done to you posties, I admire your stand. Dismiss The Sun Newspaper out of hand. Your actions will remind everyone of this […]