Flowers that decay on the graves that are fresh.
The contamination of body and soul.
The problem got buried alongside the flesh.
Producing the weapon to keep a stalemate.
By nuclear waste dumped along time ago.
When fther was thirty he worked for the state.
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.
But problems came up so he had to stay on.
Producing a toy to destroy was it wrong?
The production of waste was the problem to solve.
It wouldn't evaporate, rot or dissolve.
The nuclear raioactivity.
They used metal coffins to bury at sea
They said it was safe for a very long time
And nobody worried about that anymore.
And paid off the papers to say that was fine.
They were too busy worrying about the next war.
In the lungs of the men who worked underground. The wastage seeped out and diseases were found
"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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