May 2017
A Manchester Man by Jude Kyrie
(For a sadness beyond grief)
I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.
Its veins are titanium its blood molten steel
Heritage lives here in smokey days.
But we are all one family in every way.
Send us your cowards and misguided creeps.
We will drag their bodies in our cobbled streets.
In cowardly hiding, you **** our offspring
But in god's eyes, their souls will sing
As strong as the history in our brass bands.
We live in the heart of our god's safe hands
So try to quell us like others have tried
And look at the books and see how they died.
I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.
(rest sweetly my children)
Poem by William Blake
(For a sadness beyond grief)
I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.
Its veins are titanium its blood molten steel
Heritage lives here in smokey days.
But we are all one family in every way.
Send us your cowards and misguided creeps.
We will drag their bodies in our cobbled streets.
In cowardly hiding, you **** our offspring
But in god's eyes, their souls will sing
As strong as the history in our brass bands.
We live in the heart of our god's safe hands
So try to quell us like others have tried
And look at the books and see how they died.
I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.
(rest sweetly my children)
Poem by William Blake
Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear: o clouds unfold!
Bring me my chariots of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight;
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England’s green and pleasant land.
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear: o clouds unfold!
Bring me my chariots of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight;
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England’s green and pleasant land.
