Towering Inferno

There stands a blackened tower Shrouded in a ghostly white The tomb of seventy two From a day that drags on hour by dreadful hour As we reflect upon that ghastly night A day so many live to rue. From a simple kitchen fire There grew a flesh eating blaze That built into a funeral pyre Covering London in its darkening haze. Onlookers helplessly looked on At windows registering silent screams Of friends and relatives soon to be gone The stuff of nightmares ,not of dreams. Too late did the firefighters come As the flames did the victims consume In the furnace they once called home Daily life no longer theirs to resume An inquiry now picks over the remains and rubble Searching for what went so badly wrong Many will be called to account for this trouble For those commemorated in my dirge of a song. Grenfell's holocaust is burned into the national mind Memories shredded and ripped sadly asunder By those who to safety regulations were blind Our bitter grief smoulders on from this costly blunder