Justice for the 96

    Surprisingly couldn't find a thread on this....

    Not my poem but each time i read it, it makes me teary


    Original Poster

    22 years ago Liverpool played nottingham forest in an FA cup semi final at sheffield Wednesdays Hillsborough ground. This poem is to commemorate that day and remember the 96 Liverpool fans who didn't make it home from that game.....

    Check the tickets in my wallet
    Then swig a cup of tea
    7.30 in the morning
    One game from Wembley

    Out the door and on the street
    Off to meet the boys
    To sing the songs we love to sing
    And fill the ground with noise

    The coach pulls up and we all pile on
    Belly full of butterflies
    Then off to sheffield we all go
    The FA cup our prize

    9.00am and the songs have started
    I talk about the game
    To a young lad thats sat next to me
    I didn't catch his name

    The journeys taking hours
    And we cross the pennine hills
    But my mind drifts off to hillsborough
    As i dream of beardsleys skills

    "My favourite players Aldo"
    Says the boy sat next to me
    His eyes full of excitement
    And his words are filled with glee

    "I'm meeting me mate when i get to the ground"
    "He's travelling up by train"
    "I'll see you back here on the coach"
    "When we've beaten forest again"

    The coach pulled up and off he went
    Going to meet his friend
    I check my ticket once again

    Its getting near to kick off
    And i'm getting close to the ground
    But nobody seems to be moving
    I'm stuck tight in this crowd

    I'm just starting to panic
    And a bizzie opens the gate
    A red tide moves down the tunnel
    Moving closer to thier fate

    I remember clearly that tunnel
    And the light shone at the end
    And as i think back to that fatefull day
    I still cant comprehend

    That the coppers called us vandals
    And drunken loutish liars
    And the media fed us spite and hate
    When compassion was required

    But back to that day and the things i saw
    Unfold before my eyes
    The sight of grown men screaming
    And the air was full of cries

    But i was one of the lucky ones
    Because i came home alive
    I watched heroes in scarves on the pitch
    Trying helplessly to revive-
    Their friends their family and strangers
    Who'd all come to watch a game
    But their lives were crushed that fatefull day
    On a terrace called Leppings Lane

    The memories still haunt me
    Every time i go to sleep
    But theres one memory that gets me
    And always makes me weep

    Back on the coach with my head on the glass
    I remember my heart it skipped a beat
    When i turned to the young lad next to me
    And noticed his empty seat

    There were 96 empty seats that day
    96 friends that we lost
    And while Kelvin counted the pennies
    The families counted the loss

    So next time you're at Anfield
    Visit the eternal flame
    Feel the stone cold marble
    And touch a persons name

    And while you say a silent prayer
    And your dreams are tossed and blown
    Remember those 96 empty seats
    That must never walk alone

    Justice for the 96

    You'll never walk alone
    Edited by: "sufology" 15th Apr 2011

    It was 22 yrs ago !!....................and very sad, i lost 2 friends that day ( brothers )

    Original Poster


    It was 22 yrs ago !!....................and very sad, i lost 2 friends … It was 22 yrs ago !!....................and very sad, i lost 2 friends that day ( brothers )

    edited. (plagiarism fail)

    sad to hear that.

    RIP 96


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