Football Poets

Our Fight, Our Justice

¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Fathers, Brothers,
Husbands, Sons
Wives, Sisters,
Aunties, Mums.

¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Strangers, Family & Friends
off the Kop,
Supporting the Reds all the
way to the top.

¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 April 15th of ’89,
This should have been
a joy filled time.

¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Jumped on Buses
‘an squeezed in cars,
To win a cup
That was 3 times ours.

¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Heading the ground
For kick off at 3,
What was to follow,
They just couldn’t see.

¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 A sea of Reds,
Police by the few,
A bad decision by Duckenfield,
He didn’t have a clue.

¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 A side gate was opened,
No police line in place,
To get to the stand,
Became a quicker pace.

¶ 8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Feet were lifted off the floor,
The fans became a flow,
What waited on the Leppings Lane,
Nobody could know.

¶ 9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 As pens began filling up,
The other stands could see,
The crush barriers began to break,
As the clock was striking three.

¶ 10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 As hands were reaching up,
And fans were falling down,
The plans were all in motion
“Don’t write nothing down”.

¶ 11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 Players start to notice,
The ref suspends the game,
Talking between the ones in charge,
“The fans they are to blame”

¶ 12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 Fans became authorities,
Ripping down the boards,
Carrying fellow reds,
To temporary wards.

¶ 13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 Then the realisation,
As word begins to spread,
There wasn’t fans just injured,
Many of them were dead.

¶ 14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 As news got back to Liverpool,
And survivors made it home,
The kind people of Sheffield,
Let fans use their phones.

¶ 15 Leave a comment on verse 15 0 A simple call home,
A message to a friend,
Could bring a family who’s in the dark,
Fears to an end.

¶ 16 Leave a comment on verse 16 0 As Reds and Blues united,
This city was as one,
A certain Rag of a newspaper,
Dropped a headline bomb.

¶ 17 Leave a comment on verse 17 0 “They robbed from the dead”
“Beat police saving lives”
Headlined THE TRUTH,
But all of it was LIES!

¶ 18 Leave a comment on verse 18 0 That rag means nothing in Liverpool,
Its just pages of Lies,
They could print the Earth is square,
And I wouldn’t be surprised.

¶ 19 Leave a comment on verse 19 0 Two decades on,
Our fight is still going strong,
We’re out to show the nation,
We did nothing wrong.

¶ 20 Leave a comment on verse 20 0 Twenty years on,
Thirty thousand in the ground,
As Andy Burnham starts to read,
He’s swallowed by the sound.

¶ 21 Leave a comment on verse 21 0 A message from the government,
That’s their box ticked,
A message back from The Kop,
JUSTICE FOR THE 96

¶ 22 Leave a comment on verse 22 0 The wheels started turning,
No more could they ignore,
I think at 10 Downing Street,
Even they could hear the Roar.

¶ 23 Leave a comment on verse 23 0 The panel was created,
The evidence was there,
We knew the Truth was coming,
You could feel it in the air.

¶ 24 Leave a comment on verse 24 0 September twelfth, twenty twelve,
The day, time stood still,
We all sat glued to televisions,
With suspense and feeling ill.

¶ 25 Leave a comment on verse 25 0 The Truth is out for all to see,
We all know who’s to blame,
Our fight has always been there,
Just like the eternal flame.

¶ 26 Leave a comment on verse 26 0 They know who they are,
They know what they have done,
And for twenty four years,
They’ve been on the run.

¶ 27 Leave a comment on verse 27 0 JUSTICE is coming,
It’s not far away,
For twenty four years,
We’ve waited for this day.

¶ 28 Leave a comment on verse 28 0 Keep up the spirit,
And keep up the fight,
As ninety six souls,
Are still holding tight.

¶ 29 Leave a comment on verse 29 0 Liverpool’s a family,
That has been shown,
And with them looking down on us,
WE’LL NEVER WALK ALONE.

¶ 30 Leave a comment on verse 30 0 JFT 96

¶ 31 Leave a comment on verse 31 0 Scott Carey