The responsible organisation

We’re a responsible organisation
We help the little girls
With their education
Give them smiles 
Give  them hope
We’re doing more
Than
Our CSR
Requirement

Our pesticides
They kill the insects
The farmers
They have 
A plentiful harvest

The government 
Understands our work
They subsidise

So the farmers
Buy more than required
To make sure
Their crops 
They are protected

After all 
They want
A plentiful harvest

The wheat it stands 
Proud and tall
The grains
Robust
The best
The buyers
Can get

The pesticides
They seep
Into the groundwater
They flow 
into the ponds
Which the farmers
And their
Families
Drink from from
They spray
Into the air
They breathe

The biodiversity 
Is destroyed
The bees
Who pollinate
Succumb
The birds
The fish
Affected
The insects 
They’re smart
Theve been poisoned
Too long
They have
Developed
Resistance 
It takes more potent
Poisons
To kill them

The toxicity
In the air
In the water
In the food
It adds up

A heavy price 
To pay 

The cancer
In children
ADHD
Mothers
Infertile
Retardation
They say
Has nothing
To do
With pesticides 

But the wise old men
And women
They differ
This wasn’t there
In our times

What choice do we have
They say
If I don’t use them
My neighbour 
Will still
The insects 
In the village
Will all zoom in
Into my tiny field
I can’t afford
To lose it all

The government 
Hold up it’s hands
We are clean
Good intentioned

There won’t be enough
To feed our 
Hundred crores
If the insects
They feed

The farmers
They will die of starvation 
If their crops are destroyed 

They are harmless 
The pesticide 
If they’re used
Judiciously 

Maybe so
 It who decides
How much to spray

Use manure 
Say the environmentalists 
It’s safe
The yield healthy

We have no bulls
They say
Enough for our fields
We use
Harvesters now
No manure

It is difficult 
To turn back
The  clock

A few do
They call it organic
The yield
It’s less

But
To buy 
Is expensive
There’s too much
Demand

Not for all
This pure stuff
It’s the rich
Who can afford
To be pesticide free

The Sales Manager
The pesticide
Supplier
He roams the land
Buys bottled water
His organic salads 
In his bag

He peddles his stuff
To the farmers
The decision makers
He shows them
His presentation 
The statistics
The yield numbers

Impressed
They buy
It’s cheap 
It’s government 
Subsidised

These farmers
Unconcerned 
About the effect
This potent stuff
Has 
On the consumers
Of their produce
The little children
The old 
The weak

Would they have
Continued
If only knew
The contamination 
Their soil
Their water
Their air
Is taking a heavy toll

In their
Little children
Their elderly
Their unborn

The cancer
The wheeze
The itching skin

Or would they buy
Bottled water
Organic food?

As for the organisation
That helps
The little girls
In the village
Who fall sick
Drinking
Contaminated water
Eating 
Poisoned  food
Breathing unhealthy 
Are they responsible?
You judge 









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