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Poems written in memory of Grenfell victims

COMING TOGETHER: People hold signs outside Kensington Town Hall yesterday

TO COPE with the loss of friends and neighbours, poet Monera T has used poetry to channel her grief.

Monera has written three poems in memory of all the victims lost or missing after the Grenfell Tower fire on June 14, which so far has claimed nine lives according to official numbers of bodies that have been identified. To date, there are at least 80 people thought to be dead or missing.


Rich in kindness rich in blindness
Tell them victory and justice are theirs soon
Tell them they need no silver spoon
Their time will come
Justice will be done

Living next to rich neighbours is not a prize
It is not going to cover up those desperate tears and cries on their balconies
Their lives ended with burning choking smoke whilst fleeing from an inferno
It does not cover the cries from the tower
The unborn babies yet to flower

VICTIM: Isaac Paulos, 5, whose body was identified to the public this week

It is not free to live there
Neither will it be without a care
There was no value on their lives

They had to die to get rehoused in decent homes
Yet some of you just moan
You don't want the victims living near you
What are they to do?
They need a home to call their own
You say you care
But where is your heart?
You want to show you care
You want to stop and stare
You say you work hard for your home
What of this life if you lost it all tomorrow?
Who would then listen if you were embroiled in sorrow?
How are you so sure what tomorrow will bring?
If you wake one night to a fire who will save you?
Your new Grenfell neighbours will knock on your door to get you out
Not a shred of doubt
Not a shred of doubt

RIP: From left - Artist and mentee of MP David Lammy, Khadija Seye and her mother Mary Mendy, who both died in the fire

Although their pots are empty
Their hearts are a plenty
They saved their neighbours
Dragging eachother through scalding flames, through thick smoke that made them choke

Money can not buy away their childrens' cries
Money can not buy away the ones they said goodbye to
The ones they cry to
They had the clothes on their backs no earthly goods

Things are not as they should be
No luxury flat is free for them
Give them back their children
Take off the cladding
Give them back their friends
Give them it all back if you can
Put them back to how they should have been safe without a care
All you do is scream and complain
Put human beings to shame
You don't want them there without a care
Where is your shame?
You judge those who lost nothing
Give them back their homes
They may have been poor but their hearts are rich in kindness
You are rich yes you are rich with blindness

GONE: Mohammad Alhajali, the first victim to be formally identified after the inferno


Even the birds dart in vain
Never to fly around Grenfell tower again
Until the time the clock will chime
The building may be gone
To hear them sing their song
Why did you do us wrong ?
To this country do we not belong ?
Our skin is brown, black ,yellow, orange, violet, white, pink and green
To them all is not what it seems
Our kids you know...they had dreams
My daughter wanted to meet the queen

All is not what it seems
My daughter had dreams
To travel the world
My son wanted to be prime minister one day
He watched on from the 21st floor
Had a very good view of life

IN REMEMBRANCE: Victim Tony Disson, who was buried by family yesterday

Yes we are not well-to-do
Just as the sky is blue
I leave it to you to decide
Don't just hide the truth
I am waiting to know
Why my son and daughter had to go?
What do we all do now?
Hide away somehow?

How do we grieve?
The press will never leave
Who are you trying to deceive?
How can we accept or believe this was their fate?
Help has come way too late
The doors to paradise welcomed them all too soon
Their only sin was no silver spoon


Tell his mum he is not returning
Tell his school his students are not returning
Tell his colleagues his team are no longer
Tell his wife their sons are no more
Tell her child daddy is still up there
Tell his school he has gone
Tell his grandfather his home is gone
Tell her best friend she is no more

These poems are dedicated to all of the victims, who include the author's friend Faouzia El Wahabi (pictured below), aged 42 and her family.

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