by Nick Gisburne
The chromium sarcoma strikes, but shines,
Its beauty laced with agony and death.
The silver of its tyranny defines
The pain behind each patient’s crippled breath.
The courts become a battlefield, a war,
As families, disfigured, slowly die.
Some shame the claim - coincidence, no more -
But fifty thousand voices curse the lie.
A chemical contaminant. It’s clear
The company responsible must pay.
The litigation lingers, year by year,
But now, triumphant, justice has its day.
A statement of the settlement is read,
But every plaintiff named in it is dead.
