SOMEONE IS LYING


Flowers that decay on the graves that are fresh 
The problem got buried alongside the flesh 
The contamination of body and soul 
Of nuclear waste dumped a long time ago 
When father was thirty he worked for the state 
Producing the weapon to keep a stalemate 
Deterrence by inference no one could win 
Balancing power but the knife-edge was thin 
Father was paid so he didn't complain 
But thought it was rather a dangerous game 
Producing a toy to 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 radioactivity 
They said is 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 dying, 
Someone is lying!' - and father is dead 

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