Onward strode the magnificent 50
manning the pumps for family and city
through nuclear fire, and bosses who lie
Burned every hour til the last of them die


Never give up no matter how hopeless
No matter how painful no matter how long
A full year of burns in only an hour.
None of the 50 would cry out or cower.

They knew of the secrets, the money and danger
They did it for family but what made it stranger
Was the people who bombed them gave them this gift.
Now they are buried

in a deep steaming rift.