Up here we’ve seen it all
we’ve kicked and we’ve fought
with our backs to the wall, for too long
we have been a city, forgotten.
The shadows of yesteryear still loom large,
where the blue bastard bullies,
spat in the faces of our ancestors,
and damned us with
recession,
repression,
depression.
And yet, that’s why I love where I’m from,
I love that we embrace our past;
I love that we are a city reborn
from the ashes of those who worked
In the dark
In the smoke
In the heat
In the dirt.
Our community is its heartbeat,
no matter how far I go,
or what becomes of me
I am still a ‘wee bonny lad’,
bleeding black and white,
with Geordie bones crafted
from strongest shipyard steel.
I never forget where I come from,
Nor, the strength it took to leave.
my heart will forever belong
to yem.
Elliott Scriven