These are people you are talking about.
These are not dogs you keep out of the lounge for shitting on your carpet.
These are human beings,
Forced to live on a sports field, in the middle of winter.
These people, who must follow the rules and not light fires for fuck sake
because they are a safety risk, are living on a sports field in the middle of winter.
These people, who work amongst you, go home to a sports field in the middle of winter.
A sports field is their temporary home for an undetermined time.
From their sports field where they live worse than the dogs that snuggle at your fires, your heaters, your stoves, your electric blankets, your carpets, your underfloor heating, and bark at your curtains made from imported fabric and sewn to fit just right in your double glazed windows,
They see the gentle smoke from your double chimney.
They see your electric gates open and close to swallow and then regurgitate your 4x4s.
They see you fall out of your cars and slam, slam dash indoors.
They see you with armloads of shopping, dressed in bundles of clothing.
These people who live on a sports field in the middle of winter.
And you want to know why they are angry, desperate and uncontained?
You can’t believe how they could burn what they have?
You don’t understand why they aren’t lying down quietly under that second hand blanket you gave them for charity when the fires happened in March?
Maybe its because they are living on a sports field in the middle of winter.