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Stardust Horror
Stardust Horror
Forty one years ago
On lovers day
A day of fire and calamity
Eight hundred and forty one youths
Enjoying the thrill of the chase
And the embrace of a lover
It wasn't the heat of passion
Or that spark
When two souls recognise each other.
It wasn't the flame of new love
No, nor was it the heat of cupids arrow.
It wasn't Whitney's "power of love" or"running up that hill"
That brought the house down
In a flaming inferno that burned Forty eight alive, injured two hundred and fourteen others
And caused twenty five suicides in the following years
No
No
No
It was all down to human error and carelessness
There was little though of fire prevention
Back then,
Or of fire retarding measures or material
It started in a room containing Forty five gallon drums of cooking oil
An electrical spark sparked off the nightmare
It was called a "flashover" fire
It travelled the ceiling
Causing a blackout mayhem
Windows were barred
Emergency doors had chains and locks
All to prevent people not paying to get in
For the privillage of
Being
BURNED
ALIVE
Tradgety that shouldn't ever have happened
Even now, all these years later
The story still continues
Court cases, hearings and more heartache
Will there be no rest
No peace for those survivors
Let us never forget the Stardust tradgety
Forty one years ago
On lovers day
A day of fire and calamity
Eight hundred and forty one youths
Enjoying the thrill of the chase
And the embrace of a lover
It wasn't the heat of passion
Or that spark
When two souls recognise each other.
It wasn't the flame of new love
No, nor was it the heat of cupids arrow.
It wasn't Whitney's "power of love" or"running up that hill"
That brought the house down
In a flaming inferno that burned Forty eight alive, injured two hundred and fourteen others
And caused twenty five suicides in the following years
No
No
No
It was all down to human error and carelessness
There was little though of fire prevention
Back then,
Or of fire retarding measures or material
It started in a room containing Forty five gallon drums of cooking oil
An electrical spark sparked off the nightmare
It was called a "flashover" fire
It travelled the ceiling
Causing a blackout mayhem
Windows were barred
Emergency doors had chains and locks
All to prevent people not paying to get in
For the privillage of
Being
BURNED
ALIVE
Tradgety that shouldn't ever have happened
Even now, all these years later
The story still continues
Court cases, hearings and more heartache
Will there be no rest
No peace for those survivors
Let us never forget the Stardust tradgety
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