Flowers that decay on the graves that are fresh

The problem got buried alongside the flesh

The contamination of body and soul

By nuclear waste dumped along time ago

When fther was thirty he worked for the state

Producing the weapon to keep a stalemate

Deterence by inference no one could win

Balancing power but the knife edge was thin

Father was paid so he didn't complain

But felt that it was rather a dangerous game

Producing a toy t destroy was it wrong?

But problems came up so he had to stay on

The production of waste was the problem to solve

It wouldn't evaporate, rot or dissolve

They used metal coffins to bury at sea

The nuclear raioactivity

They said it was safe for a very long time

And paid off the papers to say that was fine

And nobody worried about that anymore

They were too busy worrying about the next war...



The wastage seeped out and diseases were found

in the lungs of the men who worked underground

"It's coaldust, it's cancer; it's normal" they said

'Til somebody shouted "these people are dyine, someone is lying"

And Father is dead.