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What colour is justice?

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The blue of the sky,
The green of the grass,
The grey of the concrete,
That housed all of us.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The silver crush barriers,
All mangled and bent,
The bright white of heaven,
Where we were all sent.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The black in my head,
The tears in my eyes,
The feeling of anger,
And hatred, surprise.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 For as I stood there,
Not able to breathe,
I saw no one help us,
From South Yorkshire Police.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 I heard screams of pure terror,
Saw eyes buldge in pain,
I saw children to fragile,
To stand up again.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 I saw people fall down,
In amounst all the fear,
But my body couldn’t manage,
One single more tear.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 The red of the jersey’s.
The black of the ref,
Why did so many go,
Down that tunnel of death.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 The sweet smell of perfume,
Entered my nose,
Just who did it come from,
Nobody knows.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 As I feel myself lifting,
And floating away,
I look down in silence,
At the red Leppings Lane,

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 See police in the middle,
Not lifting a finger,
And smell the aroma,
Of the death that will linger.

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 Higher and higher,
I am now in the clouds,
But the screams and the suffering,
Is still everywhere around.

12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 I’m almost at heaven,
Where Shanks’ sheds a tear,
He was made for this club,
That is shattered, and in fear.

13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 So I ask you Mr Duckenfield,
How can you sleep?
When the red of the scarves,
Saw the web of deceit.

14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 The black of the ref,
Was told your vicious lies,
About the blue of the gate,
As we lost 96 lives.

15 Leave a comment on verse 15 0 You admitted you lied,
And still got off free,
Now that doesn’t sound much,
Like justice to me.

16 Leave a comment on verse 16 0 Do you count lucky stars,
When you think of that case,
Cos there’s 96 bright ones,
That call you a disgrace.

17 Leave a comment on verse 17 0 We were taught by our parents,
To respect the police,
But today’s kids just laugh at,
The South Yorkshire Police.

Dedicated to the 96′ men, women and children who lost their lives at Hillsborough, on the 15th April 1989. The fight for justice goes on.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/what-colour-is-justice/