Government Gains The Government expresses their condolences The opposition attacks Blame is shifted From one party to the next It's an historical fight Which cost my brother's life It's an argument Over fire and safety And appalling conditions Six weeks too late What does it matter Who's right or wrong? None of the bitching Will bring him back To his child-like world Though there's a familiar feel With the childish ways These politicians behave! Have we learnt anything from this? Our priorities lay with comfort and luxuries The rich can pay When the disabled They can wait for another day But time has run out There are no more days ~ Who will pay For my brother And my family's pain? � Elizabeth 11th April, 1996 "After my brother Peter died in the Kew Cottages fire, the government and politicians were continually arguing over who was to blame, the lack of fire and safety and the conditions in which the men lived. But it was too late to save my brother and the other men who lived there.... My anger with their childish attacks on who's to blame etc. annoyed me, and is apparent in this poem. Maybe now there won't be another tragic incident like the Kew Cottages fire again."