(Sullivan) 2005
Pushing up on Carlisle Road into the seething shadows
Through the plastic visor - a hail of broken kerbstone
Fire-lit faces, all the noise - so much hatred
What I remember thinking - I can't believe this is happening
All I remember thinking...
Came home four, four-thirty - Emma was waiting up for me
News channel drone on the TV, her arms clasped around her knees
She looked up but said nothing
I went up to the kids' bedroom, touched their sleeping faces
Wondered how I could protect them, wondered how to protect them
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