1958

my tribute to the horrific munich air disaster

The youngest of young

they played just like men

they all captured smiles

time and again

they conquered the land

the nation, their hearts

they went to belgrade

and beat the red star.

 

returning as heroes

they boarded the plane

stopping in munich

to fuel up again

they tried to take off

once, twice, three

the darkness became

all they could see.

 

the flames of the wreckage

the screams and the fear

confusion and panic

a nation in tears

how could this happen?

design? perhaps

disaster had beaten

eight fine young chaps

 

The nation it mourned

the loss of its great

just kids so they said

the unfotunate eight

coleman, byrne, bent,

edwards and pegg,

whealan, jones and taylor.

the names of the dead.

 

we'd never forget

that terrible day

the greatness we lost

in memory stay

united re-built

we honour the eight

the truly magnificant

the magic, the great.

Reviews

[Cicera]

This is a very good tribute. I had no preknowledge of the incident as it took its place in history, but your eyes took me there. In just a few lines you no only narrated the event, but you also made me, for my part, feel the scale of the sadness and mourning in which this sad story had resulted.