Category Archives: M. Lapin

AGENT ORANGE, VIET NAM

A Poem by M. Lapin –because of the website http://www.projectagentorange.com Earth cannot be cruel holding everything Eden — allowing seed and life to come from its grip and the spirits, too, deep from buried sleep. They wake within the hull … Continue reading

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Justice?

A Sort of Poem by M. Lapin –The UN Human Rights Council has concluded that human rights law sets certain obligations on States to guarantee that the right to enjoy a healthy environment is respected. The Monsanto Tribunal hearings allowed … Continue reading

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Death

A Poem by M. Lapin Death did not find him alone. There were others surrounding him, blood in rivers and streams, fog and smoke, moan and cry. He felt the bullet tear into his chest, another into his gut, a … Continue reading

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Should we boycott Bayer along with Monsanto, Dow Chemical, others?

A list poem compiled by M. Lapin Aleve™ Alka Seltzer™ Aspirin™ Bepanthen™ Bepanthol™ Berocca™ Canesten™ Claritin™ Coppertone™ Dr. Scholl’s™ Elevit™ Iberogast™ MiraLAX™ One-A-Day™ Rennie™ Redoxon™. And all of the products of the former Monsanto— Does this include Agent Orange? Other … Continue reading

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THE TERRORISTS ARE LIVING IN OUR COMMUNITIES

A Poem by M. Lapin The doe in the deer The fire in the rice The man in the monsoon Monsanto is the terrorist The glitter in the ghost The broken glass in the paper The death in the grave … Continue reading

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Fragment from The Monsanto, Unitire and Dow Chemical Series

A Fragment From a Long Poem by M. Lapin Every child who died before birth from Agent Orange poisoning entered the night sky a new star— every child who died before the age of ten from Agent Orange poisoning entered … Continue reading

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To Jim Sampsel who might be deaf, blind and mute

Dear Jim Sampsel, Forget the Viet Nam War– too messy, too bloody, too… and forget its legacy of pain, physical and emotional trauma, its psychological outburst. This is not a poem, but a work of describing so let’s get on … Continue reading

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