Remembering Hillsborough
¶ 1
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The past clings to the echoes
Of its own immortality
The silence a witness
Whilst TRUTH suffocates
Is trampled underfoot
Its twisted limbs bludgened
Beneath apathy,ignorance and lies
96 names upon a wall
Brother
Sister
Husband
Wife
Uncle
Niece
Nephew
Son
Daughter
Friend…
“Football is a game”
“Football is a game”
But Liverpool Fc, Anfield
Christ! it’s what we’re living for.
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