And The Dead Shall Rise

And what price did you pay for the silence?
The ultimate price: 266 men sent to the grave
In Gresford in 1934 – most still underground
The mine, the pit – not just the beating heart of Wales
But of every mining community – within its borders and beyond
And made sclerotic by greedy coal owners
Who bought up Davy Lamps with the promise of safety
But used them to place men in greater danger in pursuit of profit
Until the damps, the gases, suffocated you
You were betrayed – murdered – by your bosses
And now their spiritual great-grandchildren are coming for you
They want to desecrate your graves boys
They want to rip the poison gas from your lungs for profit
They may not have God on their side – but they have politicians and Court Orders
Allowing them to pump chemicals and sand suspended in water
Into the ground – shattering the shale, and your bodies too
And leaving your relatives to cope with yet another disaster
But like a Canary in a coal mine, environmental activists are there
Warning of the impending danger brought on by a bunch of Frackers
When Bailiffs destroy their protest camp
Just like Canaries, they fly to another field and begin again
And colliery widows march down pneumoconiosis avenues
To offer support to the protesters
Because if they fail the dead shall rise
Shattered into tiny fragments – along with the shale…