Scene I. A dark cavernous pesticide plant at midnight in Bhopal, India. In the middle, a cauldron.
Hissing from valves nearby. Enter three wicked witches of the west.
Witch 1
Round the cauldron we cast our spell
Witch 2
With mercury, toad, and lead.
Witch 3
Carbaryl products no longer sell.
Witch 1
This plant is just about dead.
All
Bubble, bubble,
Boil the trouble
Methyl isocyanate.
Witch 2
Broth of uranium,
Formaldehyde,
Dung, piss, and chromium,
The cat we fried.
Witch 3
Profit and loss,
No longer right,
Fume from the dross
A fog tonight.
Witch 1
Edema, psychosis,
Hydrogen cyanide,
Tubular necrosis
From Dow Union Carbide.
All
Bubble, bubble,
Boil the trouble
Methyl isocyanate.
Witch 3
A dead man’s cock
To finish the slime.
Sell your stock.
‘Tis time. ‘Tis time.
Commemorating the disaster
December 3, 1984
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