At Chernobyl Russian technology do become dilapidated with a bang,
when a nuclear reactor explodes and there is radioactive fallout,
Russia and Europe are contaminated,
as far as poisonous substances are carried by the winds,
all that does remain of Chernobyl and Pripyat,
are ghost towns where nobody can live,
a small girl writes on a board at school:"look after my cat"
and people cannot take a whole life with them.
Painfully scientists do die that were exposed,
sorrowful parents do hold their misshapen babies,
for many people cancer came from this
and now my government wants to trust Russian nuclear power.
© Gert Strydom
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