1964 True sounds of terror, torture, torment, rape ¹ And Christmas carols crackling from the tape His hair’s all straw and wires his eyes are dead grey O silent night played on the radio She sang along circa 1964 One mug shot turns to black an age as white as ghosts They took the babies screaming, left their bodies by the road Just give us one last scream then no more          Pallbearers took away the president The murders started by the next day’s end Oh poor innocents stalked by Jim Idiot Chain-smoking they’re off in a Tudor Ford With treasured photos from the last world war Stopped lay-by down by Saddleworth

1 See generally, the 'Moors' murders.

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