Grenfell Tower Poem by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

On one of those loose London nights
Just one year to 1666,
Grenfell Tower burst out with rage,
Puking heated flames and satanic shards of fire.
A burning concrete box,
It stood between greened and scorched pastures -
A lone candle with weeping tallow donning remarkable inferno.
The world stood and watched in one callous circuit,
A Thornfield of hurried death,
When Grenfell Tower remained calm, nursing blackened winds
And remaining thereafter, a charred monument of London.