Teen-fans brim full of Ariana,
young sons larked, popped pink balloons,
Promenading Princess’s pirouetted, pranced,
rushed out to tell proud Mams and Dads...
Oh! How they’d loved it, sang and swooned...
On this strange night the Moon frowned.
From her Station the spirit of Victoria wept,
as twenty–two beautiful souls were gently lifted
onto the Saint Peter’s Gate, Heavenly Express.
Shattered dozens rescued by everyday heroes and angels
to life-fight for the right to boogie again.
Our bright Cotton City bleeds, scrikes and rises,
Mancs all, of every colour, diverse in creed,
Join Berlin, Paris, Istanbul, and plead...
End this madness by a deluded breed.
Thanks for the candles, thoughts and prayers
much love to the folk facing years of tears.
This town has dealt with mither galore
It will be mint again, of that you can be sure,
Always at the forefront, friendly, never hid
that’s our Manchester! Alright Our kid!
Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons. Photo Manchester citiscape. Franco Baresi 21 Oct 2013.