Arrogant ministers
\nAnswerable to
\nWhere the buck stops
\nThe truancy view
\nCutting out waste
\nConfining the spread
\nLimiting numbers
\nTo victims all led<\/p>\n
Out of the ruins
\nThe fireball of hell
\nWhere the poor folk believe
\nThat their tower block cell
\nEnclosed in this skelethal steel cage
\nOf woe
\nClad in enhancement
\nFor those down below<\/p>\n
The tories are bound up in
\nUndefined spew
\nLandlords a lot of them
\nAnd how they screw
\nThe life from the poor
\nIn as many ways
\nTheir impulse to be
\nUp for the praise<\/p>\n
The pendulam swings
\nThe momentum they feel
\nStay put in your homes
\nLet the true flames reveal
\nYour orientation
\nThey are now in the way
\nYou will be rescued
\nWhatever they say<\/p>\n
The police on the street
\nThe cuts they are here
\n41 fire stations closed
\nIt is clear
\nCutting inspections
\nAnd sacking more
\nNot voting for improvements
\nFor the resolute poor<\/p>\n
Restless and jittery
\nWobbly she
\nIs a bundle of woe
\nSo Heartless she be
\nOut of the swamp
\nWhere the leeches emerge
\nTo suck vital crimson
\nAnd then re submerge<\/p>\n
Back to the lies
\nThe black economy
\nEviction perdition
\nAnd bankruptcy
\nSo many church mice
\nYES the low paid
\nWho work all their life
\nBut are seen as third grade<\/p>\n
Its about austerity
\nBreaking the will
\nOf hard working wage owners
\nWhose blood they spill
\nZero hours contracts
\nAnd a means tested life
\nFood banks and energy starvation
\nAnd strife<\/p>\n
Having to live cap in hand
\nKnowing why
\nYou live in a hovel up in the sky
\nNo sprinklers protecting you
\nNo fire alarms
\njust one escape stairwell
\nJust one set of arms
\nProtecting us if the worst
\nHappens one day
\nNo access for engines
\nAnd pent up dismay<\/p>\n
So many times we have begged
\nThat they see
\nThe terrible state
\nOf what is our safety
\nA very rich borough
\nAs heartless as hell
\nBalances their books
\nWhilst our risks they sell<\/p>\n
And now it has happened
\nWhat do they say
\nWhere are the tories
\nWho wouldnt pay
\nFor us to be safe
\nFor our children to be
\nUp in the clouds
\nSafe and sound and just free<\/p>\n
Of the certain panic
\nAnd the smell of fire
\nSo few insure
\nOur lives made more dire
\nBy the standards of building
\nAnd the materials used
\nThe cladding for example
\nWe are being abused<\/p>\n
All this aluminium
\nAnd polyurethane
\nWhen the fire started
\nIt so did gain
\nPassage around us
\nSo little time
\nTo escape
\nBloomin kippers
\nNot worth a dime<\/p>\n
Many were told
\nWait and we’ll come
\nWith towels under your door
\nSmoke makes you numb
\nChokes up your airwaves
\nAnd then actually
\nYou fry in your own fat
\nEventually<\/p>\n
We look at the hulk
\nThat black tomb now dire
\nWhere many sweet angels
\nFuelled the sick fire
\nOfficially seventy nine
\nBut Many more
\nStatistics on walls
\nFor yet more to ignore<\/p>\n
The tories slunk back
\nIn their great caves of sin
\nAs the public at large
\nThey so did begin
\nTheir toil in the sun
\nGiving \/ helping them all
\nComing together
\nBut those that did rule<\/p>\n
The great Mrs May
\nAnd the rest of her crew
\nDid they come to shake hands
\nWith the victims, a few
\nAnd the victims they felt like good victims should
\nSnubbed really and sneered at
\nWith hearts of bent wood<\/p>\n
Denial was everywhere
\nAlong with the soot
\nThe pieces of black burning cladding
\nThey put
\nThat cheap shiny covering
\nPut into place
\nTo give the grenfell
\nA prettier face<\/p>\n
It was just all cosmetic
\nAnd the fire soon took hold
\nNo emergency lighting
\nIn darkness we hold
\nOur own tragic vigil
\nAs some try to leave
\nBut get smoked and then burned
\nSo that others may grieve<\/p>\n
Out of pocket expenses
\nAnd disbursements we are told
\nA fund will be raised
\nAnd you will be rolled
\nIn the aid of the many
\nThankyou Mrs May
\nBut why didnt you speak to us
\nThe other day<\/p>\n
Where are the council
\nNone of them came
\nNo hugs no love
\nIn that way more of the same
\nBefore and after
\nJust left to be
\nIn the shadow of death
\nTo suffer for free<\/p>\n
The underprivilged
\nWe have no say
\nWe never had
\nAll we did was to pray
\nAusterity counts
\nIt gets votes we could see
\nThe rich in their droves
\nStill voted tory<\/p>\n
And now all those aura’s
\nJust drift too and fro
\nThrough the skelethal remains
\nOf our homes its a show
\nAll that we had is now burned and charred
\nWe victims returned to the ground
\nWe had starred
\nIn the flaming inferno
\nWe had written before
\nBut ofcourse our landlords had chose
\nTo ignore<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Arrogant ministers Answerable to Where the buck stops The truancy view Cutting out waste Confining the spread Limiting numbers To victims all led Out of the ruins The fireball of hell Where the poor folk believe That their tower block … Continue reading