We call our house
Our home.
A place where we build memories,
A place where we raise our families,
A place of warmth and safety,
Regardless of our race and social class.
In a short period of time
Whilst residents slept peacefully
Fire consumed the house
And many of those within.
Screams of the helpless
Filled the night air.
The emergency services
Regardless of their personal safety
Did their very best.
Volunteers from all over the nation
Are doing their very best
While the politicians rest warmly in their beds.
Today, a few days later
Not five miles away,
Hundreds of gaudily dressed soldiers
Stand to attention,
Boots shined, They march on command.
While bands play celebratory airs
Cameras, trained on Buckingham Palace,
Film the royal family,
Many wearing uniforms they have not earned,
Leave in fine carriages,
On their way to celebrate
The monarch's official birthday.
How can it be,
They cannot see,
This is no day
For birthday celebrations,
While just down the road
Families mourn for those ripped from them?????
A/N I am perfectly well aware that the Queen's birthday celebrations take months to plan, but on this truly tragic occasion, would those soldiers not be better employed helping their fellow citizens in such distress?
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Owain Glyn
