Unforgettable. Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

I remember, I remember
Every year in November.
The night I saw a young boy die.
Every year I wonder why..

Could this death have been prevented.
Yes if people were contented.
just to stand and watch the show
instead running to and fro

Throwing bangers at each other
and in general causing bother
Demonstrating lack of sense,
careless of the consequence

A firework set him on fire.
The flames spread quickly rising higher.
In his panic he chose to run.
The last thing that he should have done.

It was the last mistake he made.
By the time we rendered first aid.
He was burnt from head to toe.
We knew it would be touch and go.

Despite the efforts of a nurse
his condition became worse.
He died before help could arrive.
There was no way he could survive.

On Guy Fawkes Night I stay indoors.
I think I have sufficient cause.
I can remember vividly
a small boy dying tragically.

I remember, I remember
Every year in November.
The night I saw a young boy die
every year I wonder why.

26/10/2009
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