Pesticides In The Ether Poem by Linda A

Pesticides In The Ether



The train comes by every morning bout 5
I wish that train would find a cliff and collide
Before the demons with it arrive
Always, some poison they unpack
Wherever they came from, I wish they’d go back
That whistle blower must be the most vile all
He probably blew whistles during the disaster in Bhopal
Sounding off as thousands of people died
Now I hear melodies of their killer pesticides
Echoing deep thru the hills, into the chemical valley
Here it continues adding death to it's tally
So rich men can be richer, they threaten a poor mans fate
Acting like life is worth less than methyl isocyanate

Tuesday, April 29, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: pollution
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ambar Yadav 03 May 2014

The Gas Tragedy I assume? May I ask who the whistle blower is?

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