Plymouth
A poem by Rex Tyler (rex@cooksdelight.co.uk)
Source: www.cooksdelight.co.uk


Within our precious chromosomes
Genes perform the task
Of gathering information
You only need to ask
Radiation coming into contact
Means we pay
Even tiny little bits
Affect our DNA

So LISTEN all you People
Tritium is fine
You worry too much all of you
Shut up and tow the line
Vanguard look's majestic
It's tritium will go
Into the River Tamar
Watch it ebb and flow

Remember Mr Scientist
Remember what you do
You plainly keep us in the dark
But we know more than you
It's just so bloody dangerous
Dumping all this stuff
Into rivers running through our city
So enoughs enough

There isn't a safe limit
So stop this practice now
Dont talk up jobs
We're not the slobs
You think we are and how
We have a choice
We have a voice
So out of this lets bow
We're not prepared
To just run scared
Why should we allow

Our children
And their children
To suffer when we've gone
The river's not a trash can
That God has put upon
Our planet to pollute at will
The suffering will be
Experienced, so mark my words
For all eternity!