Echoes from the shaft

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 A beam of light,

Visible in the dark tunnel,

Could it be my way out,

Or flash of light from a deceased being?


The air was heavy,

Filled with odours, 

Blood and victims' body parts everywhere,

Leaving zero room to place feet,

Having nausea, the order of the day,

Left disgusted and feeling remorseful. 


Can safety awareness banner fly high,

Human lives matter.


Let's join hands and fight illegal mining together,

Thank you.

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