In light of the awful news the world woke up to on Tuesday morning this week and being a mancunian myself I have felt like I wanted to dedicate a post to all those affected by what has happened. It has truly struck the hearts of so many people worldwide like all the other atrocities like this one that have occurred worldwide throughout the years. It really saddens me to think we live on such a beautiful planet but an incredibly ugly world. (I must stress this poem has not been written by me but it seemed very fitting).
A grey Tuesday morning ‘neath Lancastrian skies, we wake once again to wipe tears from our eyes. Forced to wear robes of weakness and pity, as cowards attack the very heart of our city.
Like always, we’ll comfort and hold one another, a Mancunian family of sisters and brothers. For a time our strut is reduced to a stagger, but make no mistake we’ll rekindle our swagger.
We’ll learn how to live with another deep scar, and if you think you can beat us you don’t know who we are.
We’re Collyhurst, Ancoats, Moston and Sale, we’re Oldham and Bury, Ashton, Rochdale.
We’re Pankhurst and Turing, the Gallagher brothers, we’re Morrissey, Marr and a million others.
We’re a City of workers, a City of shirkers, a City of tracksuits and bibles and burkas.
Vegetarian, Rastafarian, Atheist, Jew, 100% red, 100% blue.
We’re each of us different but never alone, in this Cosmopolitopia we all get to call ‘home’.
So come at us again, and again if you must, time after time we’ll rise from the dust.
You’ll never prevail – not against us, This is Manchester, Our Manchester, and the bees still buzz.