In the hat, last four teams.

Hands rub, for successful dreams.

Reds meet Forest, Norwich see Blue.

And will Mersey fill Wembley? True!

 

Reds against YELLOWs went to play.

On a gorgeous April day.

Semi finalist in the cup.

And winners champers, to sup.

 

Two armies took over the town.

Spirits raised high, for the crown!

Flags amongst banners in the ground.

And smiles with laughs were compound.

 

The swarm of red inside.

Who wore the Merseyside pride.

Like animals, they were penned.

And shoved into the smaller end.

 

Minutes to go, hands on heart.

Behind Grobblar, ready to start.

Anthems, sounds of battle cry!

And hopes of glory, then… A sigh.

 

Moving further with the crowd.

Shouts! Pleas, raging out loud!

Players concerns about the ugly wrath.

And officials, stop! It’s a blood bath!

 

Terror! Shock! Horror! Mangled in disaster!

A siege of bodies… Emergency! Faster!

To help Scousers survival demand.

And evacuate by total command.

 

Reds, blues, a world so dark…

Scarves joined colours through StanleyPark.

Liverpool throughout kept tall.

And campaigners seek truth for all.

 

Years roll on, tears from 89.

Hillsborough’s a Frankenstein.

Families detested, as authorities lied.

And ‘justice for 96 who died!’

 

In charge, on that fatal day.

To Help, heal and lead the way.

Tears, smiles, aura fills the realm.

And King Kenny’s there at the helm.

 

Twenty five years have rolled on.

A justice cue, Thacher gone.

Smiles, laughs and all the screams.

LFC STILL HAS DREAMS!

 

John C. Heldt 2014