A mineral from the gods they say,
But the public would rue this day.
A deal was cut, public safety betrayed,
University papers were put into play.
A hundred years of death and disease,
Cancer runs rampant with ease;
Corruption takes place it’s a breeze
Death like this makes a man’s soul freeze,
Mesotheliomia eats you alive,
With it nothing, will thrive.
There’s no risk they do contrive
Business, we are just trying to survive.
Your family will mourn,
You will wish never to be born.
Grandchildren remember forlorn.
Family’s broken and torn
Good men will say nothing,
To stop this evil thing,
Money in their pockets it will bring
Big business registers continue to ring.
Comments about this poem (Asbestos by Derrick Fernie )
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