I was never there, so why should I care?
Those screams I’ll never hear, why do I shed a tear?
Not mine the life lost, or family broken and tossed
I never knew of pain, like those lost at that game.
From a distance I watched, 9 years old, vision locked
Couldn’t quite comprehend, 5 minuets gone, and the end?
Lads and lasses on the pitch, us or forest, who cares which,
Bodies strewn, people crying, it’s only a match, and people dying?
Left me numb, feeling cold, but why? Only nine years old,
Not one I knew, but still I cried, for the lives of 95
Years went on, another died, the 96th the final life,
And still I care, and I’m asked why, I wasn’t there, why should I cry?
Maybe I don’t know, its deep inside, had I been older, I could have died,
It could have been me crushed at the gate, or pressed against the fence, my final fate.
But it is not, and I thank shanks, for giving me this chance,
To help the fight, to help the cause, to help bring justice under out laws.
For 96, all friends of mine, all reds, of another time
And I shall not rest ‘till the fight is won, ‘till for 96, justice is done.