The Garbage Of Science Would Not Allow The Grace Poem by Subrata Ray

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The new government set up a scan,
The nasty pollution with a garbage van.
Clear and wipe, -runs the commander’s whip.

Ultra technocrats set nuclear reactors,
Questions were raised of health factors,
A voice cried, -‘They are civilization’s mentors’

An old man, told the story of the first atomic explosion,
May the reactors by chance, or fate, evoke commotion.

My Japanese friends, -now wish to escape in space,
But the garbage of science would not allow the grace.