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His darkest disgrace

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 As the day breaks,
I think of the day,
When 96 reds,
Were taken away.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Nineteen eighty nine,
April 15th,
Yet still here today,
We fight for justice.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 We all know what happened,
But time numbs the rage,
About terrible lies,
Written on the front page.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 About police making errors,
That cost us the pain,
Caused by 96 deaths,
In the hot Leppings lane.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 And the lies that they told,
While our reds were still falling,
And that the cover up started,
To me was appalling.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Of the screams of the scared,
And the wheeze of the dying,
Of the thousands who helped,
And of the thousands stood crying.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Can you still shake with rage,
14 years on,
When you think of the lies,
Printed all in the s*n.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 If you find that your feelings,
Are fading with time,
Please look through a book,
About 96 dying.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Or visit the website,
Read Also and Kenny,
Of how everything went wrong,
And so badly for many.

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 Read about how,
Duckenfield opened a gate,
And how 96 reds,
Were consigned to their fate.

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 Read about lies,
And of cover ups a plenty,
So the coppers would walk,
While the Scousers felt empty.

12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 I am sure you will find,
If you let yourself wonder,
That we must not give in,
We must fight on like thunder.

13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 Out there somewhere,
Duckenfield craves,
The news that we’ve quit,
Fighting over 96 graves.

14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 And that he can breathe now,
More easily,
With the sun on his face,
And forget all about,
His darkest disgrace.

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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/his-darkest-disgrace/