The Tower

The Tower When I look at pictures I begin to cry I ask questions to myself why oh why Home should be safe it should be a haven With walkways you are proud of and steady even paving The night of the fire for many is raw But equally it affected the rich and the poor. I feel for those who lost love ones And those whose life hadn't even begun When I saw the pictures on TV I thought this could have been a film for you or me But it was real, it was sad people losing everything they had. What I admired in the days after Was the community who offered food, love and laughter. Welcoming all cultures into their arms These people didn't have airs and graces just showed charm They donated and gave food, offered support and blankets to those almost nude. These people were Christian Muslims white and black We all saw the media and that was a fact Britain in disaster all unite, because we love one another and have a lot of fight. One year on it still seems like yesterday Those poor people have to live with it in every way It’s so sad and my heart bleeds, if I were rich I would tend to their needs I just hope and wish and pray That they will get a home to cherish and love one day Stability will come hopefully soon, and be freed from a life that's just a room Love the people of Grenfell although you are unknown Your loving caring ways has grown and grown Forever in my heart and mind. God bless Ruth Written by Ruth Gould 29.6.2018