SINISTER DEADLY LOAD

Twice a week, I understand, British Nuclear Fuel transports nuclear waste up the Calder Valley to Sellafield. If I listen at night I can hear the train go by, although to be honest at about 4am I am seldom awake. BNF probably transport nuclear waste up a lot of other railway lines as well. There is no denying that medical care has improved as a result of studies carried out by BNF. However, I have a problem equating these advantages with the waste sites that are growing around this planet and the untold harm being done. Does one outweigh the other? Should our lives be at risk from the transportation of waste? Perhaps more to the point: what harm are we causing future generations? The decision is yours!

 

 

Trucks rumble by in the mist, along my local railroad,

To Sellafield in the North, they all carry forth, a sinister and deadly load.

 

Sometimes they travel by night, sometimes the early morn,

I hear the clack of the wheels on the track, I hear that long lonesome horn.

 

British Nuclear Fuels, you brainwash so cleverly,

It's some paradox, your Pandoras box, of virtual reality.

 

But your trucks rumble by in the mist, along my local railroad,

To Sellafield in the North, they all carry forth, a sinister and deadly load.

 

And deep in the earth their you dig, for millions of years it will stay,

Active and well, a long living hell, to waste my poor planet away.

 

And what will our children do, will they curse us for what we have done,

Will their cries of despair fill the radium air, beneath that last setting sun.

 

But you trucks rumble by in the mist, along my local railroad,

To Sellafield in the North, they all carry forth, a sinister and deadly load.

 

And perhaps in time years to come, a being from space will relay,

Creatures lived there on that planet so fair, but greed brought downfall and decay.

 

And maybe that being won't stop, why should it stop anyway,

All will be bare, there'll be just nothing there, except a memento to say.

 

That your trucks rumbled by in the mist, along my local railroad,

To Sellafield in the North, they all carried forth, a sinister and deadly load.

 

© Joe Stead - Fore Lane Music August 1995

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