We, the less than a hundred,
put to live, by the polluters
and their toadies
on their worse-than-shit,
now moved off it...
not as costly as they thought,
as not as widespread
as previously thought,
and therefore, till now,
kept under the carpet...
like a war-caused syndrome,
not compensated,
under-the-carpeted,
until all but a few are dead.
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I would like to translate this poem
Great write man. Nice message.