Hull one letter from Hell....produces people like myself.

Hull one letter from Hell...... feels like the end of the earth.

End of the river,

End of the pier,

Last place to nowhere,

Get off gone all there is to go... now quickly board the next train out of town.

But some, well we grew up believing

Still reach...try harder. Cope

Educated,

Strove,

Struggled,

Saved,

But may not get out alive!

Learning a trade,

Knew little violence in schools

Street grew up on little confrontation.

Church we discovered 

Community where we furthered Faith.

Girls we loved.

Then moving away...many, many, my peer's never come back.

Don't see this place as found memory.

Understand that.

It appears to drag out in others something not nice.

Prejudiced about others remains big issue.

When your from a northern town, 

Ethnic ratio changed, but more rural surrounding it not benefitted from mixed values, nor delights of diversity.

My little town is now a big bitter City...still impoverished.

Still poorly educated... isolation end of track feelings.

Still people striving.... struggling...faith developing.

The past

Lost industry's,

Fishing heritage

War damages,

Poverty-stricken.

Spiritual Angel still may be wrestling in deep secular roots, in a arm trading town that bore me, like many call home.

Hull my home town....one letter from Hell.