(Sad)
Forty years gone,
Memories still strong.
Hundred forty four took,
The World it shook.
Tragedy happened,
Further saddened.
Hundred and more little angels fallen,
Cut short, lives stolen.
Hearts have forever cried.
Especially for life hardly tried.
(Why?)
School covered,
Innocents smothered.
Digging out alive, mostly dead,
Shock, worst fears shared.
Answers calling,
Recriminations dawning.
Company and it's spoil,
Frustrations would boil.
‘Act of God’, they would proclaim,
‘Nothing to hide’, no one to blame.
Court case ensued,
Nothing ‘proved’,
Months it took,
No one brought to book.
All the people wanted, spoil removed,
Travesty, the disaster funds used.
Common folk treated utter contempt.
By the business, judiciary and government.
(No change)
Compensation they did not seek,
Their dignity to keep.
Remove the heaps, all wanted to see,
To prevent further tragedy.
Folk so ordinary.
Like you and me,
They took on the mighty N.C.B.
And the Government of the country.
Just another example,
Where the big man would trample.
On the sweat and pride of the working man.
Getting away with what he can
Little man against authority,
Little has changed in history.
21/10/06
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