The Black Tower

A blackened tower

Seared in the memories of Londoners

Of people all through the city

This country and the land beyond.

Our worst fears

Exploded above our heads

And in the screams and debris peeling

Off the tower and lodged into our hearts

Pieces that we carry with us

No place to call sacred or safe

Not our homes

The irony now is that the greed

And wealth and governance

Which sought to divide us

Has driven us

Into each other’s arms

And on the streets we will stay

Arm in arm

Hand in hand

Safety in numbers

Safety in anger

Safety in hope

The streets are our homes.

The only place left

And it will NOT be

Taken from us.

No more will we

Stand passive

As gentle, evil lies

Infect the mouthpieces of the state.

‘It is no one’s fault’:

‘A national tragedy!’

Hark, the sound of defeat

Will be drowned out

By the Queen’s speech

A benevolent invisible gas

That silently kills

And chokes those who try to speak.

It took hell on earth

To wake us to see

Neglect kills

Uncaring kills

Professionalisation

Streamlining

Selling off

Humans – murdered numbers

On a spreadsheet

Undo the ties and

Unpeel the buttons of this system.

Join us in the street

Demand the end of this feckless

And hooligan elite!