Awoken by the sound of a blazing flame,
Surely this is hell I ask my brain.
My baby lies silent right by my side,
This is no dream my eyes open wide.
I can’t escape my apartment room,
She needs saving, she’s from my womb.
This is my fault I am so damn poor,
My innocent baby will die for sure.
Can I open this window and throw her down safe?
I can’t do that to my baby I’ll make her waif.
A distant voice I hear from below this hell,
“Throw her to me”, I hear him yell.
The sign clearly says to stay put in my room,
Surely I’ll die from these pollutant fumes.
Should I trust the authorities or this distant stranger?
With my precious cargo laying asleep in her manger.
I shuffle and search for blankets to wrap,
My baby needs to survive, it’s within my grasp.
Her body’s covered and her head is exposed,
“Mummy will see you again”, I fearfully imposed.
I kiss her head and pray god does protect,
A leap of faith, this is not my neglect.
I drop her from 50 feet and hope for a miracle,
This is the end of my life, this is the pinnacle.
My baby was caught and she lives on in this system,
I’m just one less cheque to sign for capitalism.
This country does simply provide for the elite,
Not for my neighbors watching in horror on the street.
I’ll let these fires take me to the land of my lord,
Where I’ll be reunited with my baby as god can afford.
So until that time comes revolutionise with power,
And don’t forget what happened at Grenfell Tower…
By Talat Qureshi
Dedicated to all those affected by the Grenfell Tower Fire. Your lives are worth more than the government values.
Also, to all those Muslim’s who have helped and supported those affected, you do this because Islam and human nature demand it.
Unfortunately the media prefers to focus on fear and then try and blame our beautiful culture for it.
The rest of the world is proud of you…
17th June 2017