Ibby Posted September 7, 2004 Posted September 7, 2004 I was emailed this poem by a work colleague who is also a fellow red. I have posted it here, so that we can all appreciate this deep and heartfelt piece of prose: NINETY-SIX SOULS: A SURVIVOR'S STORY Six minutes past three on that tragic day.The pain and the trauma won't go away.Crushed as I was in that terrible pen.Dead bodies around me; one as young as ten. I was big and strong, so I scrapped and I fought To save my own life; well that's what I thought. Because inside I'm dead and it cuts like a knife That ninety-six died and I have a life. I did what I had to; I had three kids you see.I couldn't die; it couldn't be me. If I had died that day I never would have seen My Ma's last seven years: My dear old queen. Ninety-six souls haunt my dreams. The nightmares won't stop; that's what it seems I wake up sweating, shivering and shouting out loud "There's ninety-six dead in that bloody crowd!" I feel anger, I feel hatred, I feel guilt, I feel shame. Ninety-six souls tell me I'm not to blame. So why do I wake up screaming and crying Seeing the faces of young people dying? Ninety-six souls come to meet me each night Taking me back to that terrible sight. "They're to blame: Duckenfield and Murray We'll get justice one day. We're in no hurry." I should have died that day: I know that's a fact. With the ninety-six souls I've made a pact. "When my days are up and my judgement awaits I'll meet you all in heaven at the Bill Shankly Gates."
SkippyjonJones Posted November 15, 2004 Posted November 15, 2004 Young Casey ? Just introduce it as by Pete Evo ? I?m sure he wouldn?t mind having his work read out at your school. And good luck!
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