On April the 15th every year

when all is calm and skies are clear

beneath a glowing Yorkshire moon

a lone Scots piper plays a tune.

The tune rings out the justice cause

then blows due west across the moors

it passes by the eternal flame

then engulfs a young boys picture frame.

His room is as it was that day

for 24 years it’s stayed that way

untouched and frozen forever in time

since that tragic day in 89.

Justice for the 96