There it stood,
Twenty four floors
Of burnt blocks.
Blackened holes
Of peoples homes.
They were warned!
The authorities were told
This would happen!
But did not listen.
People have died!
Homes are gone!
This was preventable!
But the option taken,
To refurbish the block
Was the cheapest.
The lives lost meant nothing,
Meant nothing,
To those who had the power,
The power and the money
To prevent this disaster.
As I look
I see the blackened windows
And realise
That I am looking,
At open graves.