A Poem For The Souls Of Grenfell
I can only imagine the cackling skin.
Presented by the flames that roared through the wallpaper.
I can only pretend to understand what it felt like as your hearts went into a state of shock.
I can only hear your voices behind the TV screens as your pain ached.
There’s a reason why I’m sat on one side and you’re on the other.
What must a mother do to save her own.
What must a father do to save his legacy.
Giving goodnight kisses to your angelic souls.
Only to perish within a few hours or so.
To those little children flickering the lights on and off, wanting to be saved.
I’m sorry society failed you.
I’m sorry those who sat at the top watched as your home became tarnished.
Warned many times,
Yet you were overlooked.
O beautiful souls.
O missing souls.
I have nothing to say but watch as my inner organs burn with sadness.
Every story leaving a lump in my throat.
Ya Rabbi, have mercy upon those who have left.
Ya Rabbi, reunite those who have gone missing with their loved ones.
Ya Rabbi, to the ones taken by the scorching flames allow them to be Martyrs.
Ya Rabbi, my pain is nothing in comparison to theirs so ease their troubles.
Shroud their hearts with tranquillity
Decorate their minds with the remembrance of you.
Moisten their tongues so they are able to give glad tidings even when they are tested.
*Ya Rabbi- ‘Oh lord’ in Arabic