Back In ‘88 Poem by Christopher Tye

Back In ‘88

Back in '88 life was changing for the worse,
The Lightning's stopped ruling the skies,
RAF Binbrook fell silent as Avon's roared no more,
Another piece of Lincolnshire's history dying,
The winds of change starting to kill the land I loved,
Progress marching on at the cost of our humanity.

Secondary school no longer a place of education,
Just a hostile warzone where I was just one against everybody else,
Anything of certainty disappearing to fast,
Hope dying every day with every bruise,
Any chance of having a future dying with every beating,
What chance of learning anything except fear and pain.

By Christopher Tye