Poem for the Hillsborough disaster by Carol Ann Duffy

Really touching poem by Carol Ann Duffy about the Hillsborough disaster. 

The Cathedral bell, tolled, could never tell;

 nor the Liver Birds, mute in their stone spell;

 or the Mersey, though seagulls wailed, cursed, overhead,

 in no language for the slandered dead…

 not the raw, red throat of the Kop, keening,

 or the cops’ words, censored of meaning;

 not the clock, slow handclapping the coroner’s deadline,

 or the memo to Thatcher, or the tabloid headline…

 but fathers told of their daughters; the names of sons

 on the lips of their mothers like prayers; lost ones

 honoured for bitter years by orphan, cousin, wife –

 not a matter of football, but of life.

 Over this great city, light after long dark;

 truth, the sweet silver song of the lark.


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