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                                 Is Justice A Job?


At every 3.06 I see (that's usually 2 a day)
My thoughts turn to last century and I begin to pray
For 96 late-eighties folk who merely went to see
A football match in Sheffield, subjects like you and me.

Yet they did not return, and that I still cannot believe
And now, eleven years on, still the people grieve.
So many lives destroyed, so many families torn apart,
Yet no-one knows the real facts, 'twas thus right from the start...

They said some people forced the gate, they said the fans were drunk,
They even said they robbed the dead, and filled our heads with junk.
And this is why no-one now knows (or even seems to care)
That everything that happened next hinged on what happened there.

And now, years on with all these seats, and no-one brought to book,
The many guilty parties have all been let off the hook;
So, is justice a job?  Of course it's not, I think you'll find
It's nothing of the sort, more a collective state of mind...

                                                                                  MTJ  31.1.00