Things I Lost In The Fire

Tragedy, what a ruthless, heartless crime

Heinous killers must be the scum of the earth, evil’s slime

I am most disgusted as are all of you

No right thinking Bajan wouldn’t feel this way too

Going to etch a scar in our hearts

Slice away our core and strip our emotional parts

It leaves many questions of where blame resides

Larcenists, arsonists, building codes, rescuers, where danger hides

Or society sometimes wait too late to react

Showing far too much tolerance at their first brutal act

This fire took lives but with those took much more

I feel the lost of opportunity, the knocks at the door

No chance to give to society their positive plan

There’ll be no smiles, hugs, dances, nothing follows what they began  

How hard to never see their children, hear their stories and views

Every chance taken away at the September 3 news

Fire took away my chance to ever meet them or for they

In some odd chance to meet my family or friends one day

Regrets I have to have never felt their love

Even more regretful, I lost the chance to speak to them of our Father above