A poem I wrote in 1982 about the New Cross Fire.

The flashes stolen

From the god of war

Parading on the streets

Just like before

Borrowed symbols

Turn the runes around

Dream wings are melting

Crashing to the ground

Children screaming,

Can’t you feel the parents loss?

A Nazi is hiding

Behind the broken cross

Stolen Lightning

Flashing round your head

Stolen Lightning

Illuminates the dead

Stolen Lightning

Eagles fly again

Stolen Lightning

From so-called “supermen”

 Harry Rogers 18th February 1982



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