Poem by K Radhakrishnan
WHEN DEATH SPREAD ITS TENTACLES IN BHOPAL
The rich ran, the poor ran, so did the bureaucrats and ministers,
Not a rally for fun, but a race for survival in a disaster that is sinister,
Eyes burning,vomiting and struggling to breath, they all ran,
As death in the air chased them in a race that only the death won,
They ran trampling over their own children and old kin,
In roads strewn with corpses, they ran but not to see next days sun,
Ten thousand lives lost, all succumbed to a toxic leak,
Another Hiroshima, in the heart of India, the horror at its peak.
Sixty thousands died but counting is much more than statistics,
We remember loved ones we lost, our continued pain is realistic,
Hundred thousands living in pain and toxic effects in their veins,
Justice has been denied, but all our fights will never become vain.
Mothers cradle their babies, deformed and their hearts bleed,
Whose blame it is, God or Multinational company’s greed?
People with dead soul just watched the scene with their eyes,
People perched in power, played blame games indifferent to victims cries.
The world has many treaties to prevent nuclear holocaust,
But Bhopal tragedy is no less in terms of human lives lost,
Double standards of Merchants of Death, when it comes to poor nations,
Let safety standards be uniform, human values be a strong foundation.