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One minute..my friend

One minute..my friend

there are no words,  there is not a worthy medium
to convey..
a minutes silence is not loud enough
to portray..
the depth that we have sunk in our hearts
for the souls badly cheated out of life
in the tragic hours..tragic hours of Grenfell
is there a God..is there ?
I'm crying with the country in this minute
that they will never have
children are not born into this world to suffer
at the hands of Man and his discrepencies
Where are their Human Rights ?
in your Policies and Procedures
we bend our heads in prayer to an unknown God

 

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Deborah Evans

Hi Pauline Your poem portrays how many people 

are feeling after this terrible tragedy at Grenfell Tower

So sad so tragic 

A well written piece 

Best wishes Debs 

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pauline codd

thanks Debs...should never have been able to happen.. it happens here...in an educated modern Western country..unbelievable.

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Deborah Evans

I totally agree with you Pauline I wrote a piece myself 

on this Tragedy 

Debs 

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Rose Sho

Very sad indeed....Didn't believe it when I first saw it on TV...I thought thing like this only happen in developing countries...

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pauline codd

nobody cares about us...they worship money..the new god..well not new..the old god

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