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 chanel drone on the TV, her arms clapsed around her knee 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