Life in a Train (Metro Rail)
It is an early morning,
the clock is ticking,
Bosses are impatiently waiting, thoughts are tired
reciprocating,
Families are home
starving, baby is on her last nappy,
Bills are piled smiling,
electricity is on blinking,
The future is untold; will they make it on
time to save their worries?
Welcome to the hustlers
corner,
Where job seekers are on
classifieds trying to save tomorrow,
Fathers and bread winners
privately dropping aces in hope to bring food to the tables,
Vendors screaming apples
and bananas with a dream to turn avocados into notes and poverty fighters,
Teenagers are on teaming,
the bell is ringing to those with will,
Politicians plead the
power is in their hands,
While the insane count
less papers playing normal,
The illiterate reading
papers playing literate,
The poor ripping notes
with a will to fit in,
The government is doing no
good to God’s carbon fibres but more harm to this train.
Conversations start with a
smile, comes to halt with a frown,
Unions are being formed,
Strangers are called
friends,
Communities are kept
strong,
Crime is less
intimidating,
One’s insecurities are
hardly at stake,
Love is bought with peace,
Journeys are prolonged,
The driver is unknown,
Complaints are unheard,
The slogan is “ride or
walk home”,
What you think is none of
their concern,
Bribe away those tears and
worries, then hold peace,
This is a give and take world,
The sun does not always
rise in the west,
You become more at ease
when you call this source home.
By: Ts Mashile
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