They'll Never Walk Alone

Just one post from me today. Liverpool out Of the Champions
League, Chelsea through to face Barcelona in the semi final
and tonight Manchester United play Porto in their second
leg match of the last 8 needing to win to get through, but
do you know what? Who cares? Who really cares about all
of this when we remember that today, Wednesday
15th April 2009 is 20 years since Hillsborough.

That day 1000s of people attended a game to watch the
team they love, Liverpool, play in the Cup Semi Final at
Hillsborough football ground, Sheffield. Ninety six of
them never returned home again.

One day justice will be done for the families of those who
lost their loved ones that day. It's been a cover up of huge
proportions and it is still going on now.

The sad fact is the Hillsborough stadium should never have
been used in the first place, as the ground did not hold a
valid safety certificate. The FA moved games from
Hillsborough for six years after 38 Spurs fans suffered
crush injuries during the 1981 semi final against Wolves.

In the inquest after the accident Lord Taylor had also
documented evidence of crushing in the Leppings Lane
End pens during the 1987 and 1988 semi finals. Liverpool
football club had objected about being allocated Leppings
Lane after complaints of crushing the previous year.

Well, here's news for Lord Taylor and all those involved in
the enquiries, people want the truth; just give us the truth
and clear the Liverpool fans’ names because people
around the world still think the Liverpool fans caused the
disaster, when they were the heroes that day.

These people didn’t just die in an accident, they died through
lack of care, lack of care from the police, and they were all saveable !!

There is no way on God's earth a Liverpool badge would ever
be published on this blog, it would get me blasted by United
fans worldwide. But on the 15th April every year I'm sorry,
but that badge will be here and it will be BIG.

Ninety six people lost their lives that day and they will
never be forgotten.....and THEY WILL NEVER WALK ALONE !!!!

The Justice Bell

A schoolboy holds a leather ball
in a photograph on a bedroom wall
the bed is made, the curtains drawn
as silence greets the break of dawn.

The dusk gives way to morning light
revealing shades of red and white
which hang from posters locked in time
of the Liverpool team of 89.

Upon a pale white quilted sheet
a football kit is folded neat
with a yellow scarf, trimmed with red
and some football boots beside the bed.

In hope, the room awakes each day
to see the boy who used to play
but once again it wakes alone
for this young boy's not coming home.

Outside, the springtime fills the air
the smell of life is everywhere
violas bloom and tulips grow
while daffodils dance heel to toe.

These should have been such special times
for a boy who'd now be in his prime
but spring forever turned to grey
in the Yorkshire sun, one April day.

The clock was locked on 3.06
as sun shone down upon the pitch
lighting up faces etched in pain
as death descended on Leppings Lane.

Between the bars an arm is raised
amidst a human tidal wave
a young hand yearning to be saved
grows weak inside this deathly cage.

A boy not barely in his teens
is lost amongst the dying screams
a body too frail to fight for breath
is drowned below a sea of death

His outstretched arm then disappears
to signal thirteen years of tears
as 96 souls of those who fell
await the toll of the justice bell.

Ever since that disastrous day
a vision often comes my way
I reach and grab his outstretched arm
then pull him up away from harm.

We both embrace with tear-filled eyes
I then awake to realise
it’s the same old dream I have each week
as I quietly cry myself to sleep.

On April the 15th every year
when all is calm and skies are clear
beneath a glowing Yorkshire moon
a lone scots piper plays a tune.

The tune rings out the justice cause
then blows due west across the moors
it passes by the eternal flame
then engulfs a young boys picture frame.

His room is as it was that day
for thirteen years it's stayed that way
untouched and frozen forever in time
since that tragic day in 89.

And as it plays its haunting sound
tears are heard from miles around
they're tears from families of those who fell
awaiting the toll of the justice bell.

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