Coppers Lies and Dirty Tricks, In Memory of The 96
It was a lovely sunny April's day,
20 years ago.
Liverpool v Nottingham Forest,
An anxious FA Cup show.
It was the 15th of April, 1989,
The sun was shining brightly down.
Everything just seemed so fine,
Everywhere you looked, you saw no frown.
Though as three o'clock neared,
Something felt cold and eery.
Red fans jeered,
As kick off was here oh so nearly.
All to see was excitement and laughter,
Some families together for the very last time.
All to be felt was heartbreak after,
This was when we knew nothing was fine.
What on earth was going on?
where did everything go wrong?
there are cries upon Leppings Lane,
of souls who'll never rise again.
I look above from on my knee,
i see pain torturing a red sea.
i can't help but feel i need to help,
but no one would hear my measly yelp.
I look around for a place to hide,
though i can't ignore this pain inside.
i hear a din of guilty cries,
soon to hear those copper lies.
For they are the ones we place our blame,
for letting those die on Leppings Lane.
some as young as maybe ten,
but they didn't care, it wasn't them.
20 years on its what we want,
Justice but they say we can't.
Because of those coppers and their selfish tricks,
So i'm writing this for the ninety-six.
Though i wasn't born untill 7 years after,
My heart goes out to the victims of the disaster.
And to the families and friends i must say,
Your loved ones should never have been taken that day.
And though i know justice has never been done
i promise you, their memory will carry on.
Because they are loyal fans like you and i,
who never in a million years deserved to die.
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Written by Adrienne Titley, Age 13.
Justice for the 96. My heart goes out. <3
20 years ago.
Liverpool v Nottingham Forest,
An anxious FA Cup show.
It was the 15th of April, 1989,
The sun was shining brightly down.
Everything just seemed so fine,
Everywhere you looked, you saw no frown.
Though as three o'clock neared,
Something felt cold and eery.
Red fans jeered,
As kick off was here oh so nearly.
All to see was excitement and laughter,
Some families together for the very last time.
All to be felt was heartbreak after,
This was when we knew nothing was fine.
What on earth was going on?
where did everything go wrong?
there are cries upon Leppings Lane,
of souls who'll never rise again.
I look above from on my knee,
i see pain torturing a red sea.
i can't help but feel i need to help,
but no one would hear my measly yelp.
I look around for a place to hide,
though i can't ignore this pain inside.
i hear a din of guilty cries,
soon to hear those copper lies.
For they are the ones we place our blame,
for letting those die on Leppings Lane.
some as young as maybe ten,
but they didn't care, it wasn't them.
20 years on its what we want,
Justice but they say we can't.
Because of those coppers and their selfish tricks,
So i'm writing this for the ninety-six.
Though i wasn't born untill 7 years after,
My heart goes out to the victims of the disaster.
And to the families and friends i must say,
Your loved ones should never have been taken that day.
And though i know justice has never been done
i promise you, their memory will carry on.
Because they are loyal fans like you and i,
who never in a million years deserved to die.
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Written by Adrienne Titley, Age 13.
Justice for the 96. My heart goes out. <3