It’s been five grim weeks to the day now
The black casket stands still in disgrace
You treat us worse than the criminals
Who spit deception straight in our face.
Resignations don’t reduce anger
It is answers and justice we need
We are sick to death of wrongdoings;
Ensure all criminal trials proceed.
Murderous cuts caused this inferno,
killing my neighbour: just five-years-old.
The death toll is stuck below eighty…
We demand that all truths will be told.
You are the dealer with all of the cards,
Don’t be the joker of our disregard.