For Steve Kelly

 

When the whistle blew at 6 minutes past 3.
'Hillsborough' stole my life from me.
My brother Michael was not coming home.
A long journey begun, that I begun alone.
Now 30 years have passed on the clock.
And nobody held accountable in the dock.
But my brothers' killing was against the law.
So that Justice I sought, I'm still looking for.
I have seen faces grow tired over the years.
Faced with injustice, with lies and smears.
The Sun tarnished our name, and our dead.
Duckenfield lied, we played our part he said.
I lost our Michael, they robbed his youth.
Not to worry kidda, the world knows the truth.

◄ Daddy's Whisper

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Fri 29th Nov 2019 14:55

Well captured Mike.

I am lost for words... They would get me banned if I put pen to paper so best I stay silent.

Travesty

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