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To Vasily Deomidovich Dubodel They didn't register usThey did not register usand our deaths were not linked to the accident. No processions laid wreaths, no brass bands melted with grief. They wrote us off as lingering stress, cunning genetic disorders . . . But we are the payment for rapid progress, mere victims of someone else's sated afternoons. It wouldn't have been so annoying for us to die, had we known our death would help to avoid more fatal mistakes and halt replication of reckless deeds! But thousands of `competent' functionaries count our souls in percentages, their own honesty, souls, long gone. so we suffocate with despair. They wrote us off. They keep trying to write off our ailing truths with their sanctimonious lies. But nothing will silence us! Even after death, from our graves we will appeal to your conscience not to transform the Earth into a sarcophagus! Lyubov Sirota |
| The poem "They didn't register us" was written by Lyubov Sirota. At the time of the Chernobyl disaster, Sirota lived in Pripyat. She was evacuated to Kiev after the disaster. To express her grief and rage, Sirota turned to writing poems, and collected them in a small book entitled 'Burden'. at the moment, she is seriously ill. We took the poem from the Intenet; it was put there by Paul Brians (USA) |
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