A day beginning the norm
When disaster strikes the heart.
For from far below I see the form,
Of lives being torn apart.

This old factory of clothes
Is now a new crematorium.
This towering inferno shows
No safety ultimatum.

From inside I hear the screams,
From outside I see the death.
In all the world it seems
That screams are the dying breath.

Faced with a horrendous fate,
Some choose to end it all.
For from below I can not create
Words describing their fall.

A new noise enters my life.
That of people meeting the ground,
Of people jumping to end their strife.
None can know, unless one hears that terrible sound.

The ladders cannot reach,
The passages are locked.
In vain those seek to breath
That which stupidity mocked.

146 lives are lost.
All of who breathed a last breath.
That coldness grips the heart, that frost.
The heat of flame as wrought the cold of death.