Hillsborough

by monica king
(Ickleford, Hertfordshire, UK)

They didn't get chance to say goodbye....
At 3.05, people started to cry...
This is only a game, surely, safer than flying...
This is all a bad dream...people can't be dying.

Don't take them now Lord, mums and dads cry...Let them live on, they're too young to die.

But seven days on, mind in disbelief....
As a mum crouches down, with the very last wreath...
Dad's comforting arms, lead her home,
To the distant sounds of "You'll Never Walk Alone"...



By Monica King

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