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bhopal-tragedy

Rather than keep our hands and hearts clean,
 we courted the Satan of Industry.
Rather than listen to the pulse of life
we have deadened our finest feelings.
Rather than hear the universal heart
we heard the ATM.

The vivisection of our honour
bleeds integrity to death.
Our villages butchered.
For what?
When justice decreed
every death is worth
48 cents a share?

 

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