Grenfell Tower by Frances Smith

Great one Fran!

I am not a silent poet

And when He asks for us to look after the orphans and widowed wives and to help the needy and the poor – to meet their needs with
a stepping ladder
to step into the world where His love can reign
as Ephraim; double fruitful for milk and honey for all
Yet the golam in you gives just barely enough
dwellings with no gardens, no wild Poppies
or sprinklers
Where paper coins buy herds and herds of black and pale horses galloping and yet He asks us
to treat others as we like to be treated and to
Love one another and be kind.
If they were the poor ones would they
want to live in the housing they offer to you?

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