The powers that be picked a site
Across the field from a playground.
A plant was built, shiny and bright,
Guaranteed to be safe and sound.
As the neighborhood children played,
Across the field in profit haste,
The plant owners were getting paid
To dispose of hazardous waste.
The plant shut down after a year.
Toxic emissions were too high.
Dangerous levels did appear
At the playground. No one knew why.
The childrens' playground days were done,
As cancer killed them one by one.
So sad what greed does to society's innocent ones. You captured it in this poem. How sad to lose a child to cancer all because of toxic waste. It sure will be nice if one day we all just go back to the simpler times or at least try to make an effort to not need so much stuff and be more simplistic in the way we live. Sincerely, Connie Webb
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Great metaphor of being damned, indifferent attitudes concerning human life, many die.