Thursday, 22 June 2017

Now You’re the Voices For the Dead


Please read this powerful and emotional poem writtien by our colleague Davy Kettyles from Unite.

Flanked by opulence and riches,
Stands a tombstone for the poor,
A landmark to indifference
To agony endured,
Warnings mocked and laughed at,
by the mighty of this land,
till the flames lit up the darkness,
and exposed this brigand band.

On the top floors of the tower,
Beyond firefighters reach,
Trapped, children and their mothers cried,
save us, hear them screech
all praying for a miracle, on phones some said  goodbye,
they've no angels wings to fly away,
they may get them, when they die.

As the smoke and flames engulf them,
and their last breath they inhale,
Their deaths will live in infamy
But truth it shall prevail,
hold to account the guilty,
on their shoulders place their crime.
For profit before people
Was the reason and the rhyme 

Neath the skyline of this city
Stands tall this blackened shell,
ash carried on the morning breeze
and the smoke you still can smell.
Cometh  righteous indignation,
Cry justice, - must be said
Arise arise the many,
now you’re the voices for the dead.

Davy Kettyles
June 17th  2017

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