Birmingham for Tariq Jahan by Carol Ann Duffy

After the evening prayers at the mosque, came the looters in masks, and you three stood, beloved in your neighbourhood, brave, bright, brothers, to be who you were – a hafiz is one who has memorised the entire Koran; a devout man – then the man in the speeding car who purposefully mounted the kerb … I think we all should kneel on that English street, where he widowed your pregnant wife, Shazad, tossed your soul to the air, Abdul, and brought your father, Haroon, to his knees, his face masked in only your blood on the rolling news where nobody's children riot and burn.