Doesn’t it just make you feel honoured and proud?
You just want to leap up and scream out loud?
Like one victorious Liverpool voice, amidst that Istanbul crowd?
I really believe our Liver-Birds; are Culture Vultures?
We’ve always taken on the best and one by one we’ve beat them all.
When Austrian-Adolph sent his bombers, our Parents answered that call.
The odds were stacked against them then, but they all stood proud and tall.
Their beloved Liverpool is now the European Capital of Culture.
Get on a “Ferry across the Mersey” with Gerry Marsden at a pace,or your can gallop up to Aintree, for our Grand National race.
Our late George and John’s dear memories are all over this place,and Diddy Doddy is still the Grand old Master of Fools.
Liverpool’s architecture here’s an absolute must to be seen,
We are a multicultural city with a cosmopolitan cuisine.
Our record longest Kingsway-Tunnel, was opened by Elizabeth; the Queen.
The graceful Tall-Ships always head back home to the ‘Pool.
Jimmy McGovern, Alan Bleasdale, Willie Russell and then me,hit the keys or grab a pen and switch off that T.V.
All facing blank pages, wondering “What if?” it could be,then start writing, deep and dark, into the morning.
Visit our two Cathedral City, by Road, Train, Sea or Air,
We’re Scousers with Charisma; you’ll find us everywhere.
Even those Mancs’ down the Lancs’, where supporting us all where,our Waterfront’s is now a World Heritage Site.
Fierce King Richard the Lion Heart’s younger brother, King John;gave our Liverpool the City Status, and laid our first Castle stone.
Pressed his seal on the Royal Charter before retiring to his throne.
In twelve o seven we were first acknowledged as Liverpool the City.
The whole world was invited to our Birthday Party Downtown,everyone knows we’re the jewel in our Mother England’s Crown.
Read up on our Liverpool history in the Street of William Brown,You’ll find most Scousers are really pretty witty.
But now the seeds of a revolution are being seriously sown.In writing groups plotting constructively; in Libraries and at home.
They’re excluding the gifted majority in favour of the Academic few.
And they think there’s nothing any of us can do?....... They’re wrong!.Michaelangelo sits pondering across at the great St. George’s Plateau.
Where an old Dakota Bomber dropped red poppies from the sky.
On a Cenotaph amidst the pride of Lions for our forefathers who died.Who went off to war protecting us without ever asking why? …..
They fought! I fear that this exclusion will turn us into one huge green-eyed monster.Tearing a City apart at it’s heart that all Scousers refer to as ‘mine.’
Where Maggie May robbed clothes from the sailors and drunken Deep-Sea Whalers,then sold them down at Stanley’s Pawnshop number nine…Scottie Road.
Now there are Pyramids of rusting tramlines destined to run to the outskirts,which left us mystified and seriously wondering why?
Surely Council priorities should be more houses for the needy people of Liverpool? Not like the ones in Kirkby who have communities are up in the sky.
We’re told that the new district ‘Liverpool One’ will be most elegant, but no work for our lads; they’re classed as Militant.
Our own Culture’s being destroyed whilst strangers are being employed,which we think is a national disgrace……We don’t need a Fourth Grace.
Now sadly we’re the ‘Capital of Murder’ a statistic that can’t be denied.
Peter’s back with his flute in Sevvie, and the year of the Rat has arrived.
Williamson’s tunnels are getting deeper, Waterfront flats priced out of pocket.The Prodigal son Robbie returned to Anfield for a while, that lad was once as hot as Stevenson’s Rocket…Thanks Robbie Fowler.
Where was the Duke of Westminster’s money when Thatcher tried to destroy us?
Where was it when our Dockers jobs just had to go?
Where were you Duke when our destitute people were struggling with unemployment?
I suppose you had your big white coat on in the snow?
And I don’t think Robyn Australian -Archer ever gave a XXXX about Our Liverpool; or her visa?
Written by Tommy McBride..
