Buildings fall in other places,
Visible but out of sight.
Look away from dusted faces,
Fingers grey with rubble's graces,
Fill your bags with cheap delight.
Primark earnings up a quarter:
Queue for t-shirts - two pounds each!
Never mind the ruptured mortar,
Families that lost a daughter.
Listen to the profit preach.
"Love a bargain," "Special prices,
"Summer bags are hot, hot, hot!"
In Tasreen people burned; such crisis
Commonplace where need entices,
Those with names are fast forgot.
"One time order", "Random audit,"
These the words of Western gain.
Broken lives? They can afford it,
Mending where they once ignored it,
Aid to bind the splintered pain.
Our flagship stores should stand half-mast:
Commemorate the hands that sewed,
The lives now crushed, left in the past,
Five hundred lost to sate the fast
Tempo fashion thinks we're owed.
But we are cracked who do not care
To hear the price of what we wear.
Rosalind Jana 2013