THE TRAGEDY OF GRENFELL TOWER

Look into the eyes of the people whose lives were cut short by your criminal negligence; the frozen expressions of the mothers, fathers, sons and daughters burned alive by your incompetence.

You resisted their prophetic calls in defence of a system that pursues profit at the expense of humanity; you hide away from their screams: unheard and ignored.

Unfit for positions of power, proliferating injustice and muzzling the oppressed. We don’t want your empty platitudes nor your apologies in hindsight, what we want is a recognition of responsibility, and resignations.

You are scared of the passion of the people; our furious anger threatens your dignity. But what about the dignity of the dead? What about the dignity of the powerless?

An inferno will come for you too; an inferno of rage that will defend democracy and demand accountability; an inferno of rage that burns bright with unmatched ferocity; one that will not be left to smoulder like the charred bodies of the people you claim to protect and govern for.

Blood is on your hands and it will stain; it will not be cleansed by sentimental words and symbolic reparations.

This is the spark of a revolution of the forgotten but the people of Grenfell will never be forgotten, this preventable tragedy will never be forgotten, which unfolded at the hands of the powerful fuelled by contempt for the multitudes you claim to serve — But you serve only the God of Wealth, worshipping the Saint of Financiers and the Prophet of Profit.

O behold the cost-cutting glory of market efficiency! Scrimping and saving like a murderous Scrooge privatising the roofs over our heads: nothing is exempt.

The cladding, installed to mask the eyesore of poverty for the aesthetic appreciation of the opulent opposite in their penthouses of silver, engulfed the residents in a prison of flames of your making.

This is a tragedy of inequality, an allegory that will haunt the dreams of the spineless; a story with a subtext of crass indifference that besets fatal ignorance of the realities of our ‘great’ Britain.

Silence your soundbites and scripted humanity it is our time to speak and yours to listen: receive us in our vexation, don’t cower from our searing indignation, we have the power of multiplicity and it is we who guide this Nation.

Now let us be clear: we’ve had enough of your duplicity, your two-sided personas and your back channels of toxicity. We will force a wrench into the revolving door of privilege.

We will have our justice.

And you will not have our forgiveness.