Source:
						Youngsters, Adults
						
  
						Author:
						
						Jools Coggon
						
						
  
						Title:
						Toxicity
						
  
						"In the past two decades medical researchers have come to suspect that various combinations of factors give rise to lymphoma -- a weakened immune system, exposure to certain kinds of chemicals, and perhaps exposure to one or more viruses. Studies seem to implicate one particular class of chemicals -- chlorophenols. Chlorophenols are chlorine-containing chemicals that include dioxins, PCBs, DDT, and the so-called "phenoxy herbicides," including the weed killers 2,4,5-T, and 2,4-D. This last one is the most popular crabgrass and dandelion killer in America, sold as Weed-B-Gone, Weedone, Miracle, Demise, Lawn-Keep, Raid Weed Killer, Plantgard, Hormotox, and Ded-Weed, among other trademarked names." Source: Cancer Report :Toxic Chemical Pesticides Cause Cancer: #726  
 
 
 
Toxic land, toxic place 
toxic, bland, expressionless face 
Those who spray toxic dilutions 
kill the weeds, that’s their compulsion; 
their lazy, throw-away solution 
to life, and to death.  
Dead grass, dead fields, dead paths; 
hear their contaminated laugh.  
Their tiny minds don’t comprehend 
that toxicity that sees the end 
of all. 
Is the end to all. 
Watch them still walk tall 
as life around them falls. 
Neighbourly, they think, 
to douse the weeds near you 
and those who praise them 
as they do, praise their mindless 
destruction too. 
You can’t breathe?  
Can you perceive why? 
Inhale the toxic sky. 
Ingest the toxins as you walk. 
Chew the toxins as you talk.  
Nice one. 
The weeds have gone. 
Regale the parched dead clumps 
of death 
or hold your breath 
and never move 
here. 
The future’s nearer than you think; 
polluted land 
bereft of life. 
Their fault, their making, 
short-cut, no mistaking 
the easy trail to toxic disease, 
as they continue as they please. 
Their tiny minds don’t compound 
their toxic air, their toxic ground; 
their toxic pollution that surrounds 
us all. 
They have heard every word  
but watch them still, as they spray 
and their malignancy has its day 
again. 
Wanton destruction in your face. 
Their evil toxins leave a trace 
that you will swallow, 
and your child, and pet; 
hidden source of dire onset. 
Hold your breath or 
never move 
here. 
						
  
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