Remember, remember
those burning embers.
Hear those sounds
crashing loud,
see the celebrations.
Whoop and cheer,
remember, remember
this november. The fear.
That some are living
with these sounds amplified
many times louder,
and the flashes are not pretty
when they result
in a bombed-out city.
Remember, remember
the whistles and bangs.
The clouds of smoke that hang
like a cloud over everything.
See the fires, feel the heat,
now picture that on your street
and all you can do is cower,
because running is no use.
Remember, remember
the blinding lights and deafening booms.
At the end of the night
the sounds dull, the darkness consumes,
and peace is back within you.
Well for some this isn't true.
The sounds don't stop,
there is no curfew
on when a bomb can drop.
Remember, remember
the feast for the eyes,
as you gorge yourselves
on sweet and savoury delights.
Now think for a second.
If you hadn't water to drink.
No food for weeks. These noises
would push you to the brink.
Remember, remember
the burning effigies.
Well to some these
are daily images,
only they are not made
of straw or cloth,
but of skin and bone,
the same as your own.
Thanks for reading
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