Ode to Bhopal
Human life, Human life,
There it goes down the drain.
No sword, no knife,
Just toxic food and grain.
No honey, not money,
Bills won’t ease my pain.
Green field, plenty yield,
Is what I want to gain.
You fly, I die,
Under thy command.
“You live, I not cry”,
Is all, I demand.
Come ye, all to see,
Injustice Served to all,
Oh ye, find me,
“At my guillotine, Bhopal”.
By
Vikram Savio Moses
