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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.

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Notes

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/