Fiery Tears

by Jason N Smith

 

Fiery tears tumbled free fall to explode and splash

like a mass C4’s destructive aftermath,

massacring bright young paths

into broken jigsaw pieces,

with no refrain from an emotional blast radius

rippling painful sorrows as towering Infernos

blistering burnt brightly from windows,

where no one can consoles those bereft of breaths,

because there’s nothing left after countless needless deaths

releasing souls to soar upwards,

after falling downwards.

 
Now a cold breeze blows whistling wind

through that haunting skeletal hand

reaching up out of rubble like of war-torn state

in a severity of suffering

where we watch desensitized

like fickle flipped switches

and satellite like dishes of senses

turning north, east and south

within westerly winds of an attention grabbing conglomerates

that seek to divert from a lack of true due diligence of prevention.

And now, and now as a fat cats cash flow forecasts

are slashed and contracts collapse,

perhaps a priority of humanity over riches

would have solved those bank balance glitches

instead of having to descends a dark dust

of lies told in defence, 
but the victims and families of missing seek answers

not just recompense, 
because from the ground zero of Grenfell high-rise

no bright phoenix will rise up out of the ashes,

only questions about lack of regeneration destroying generations

causing victims and families having to beg scrape and borrow

amidst their sorrows as benefits are heartlessly cut

like those eighty lives stopped short.