Train Ride Of The Dead

Traveling the train up and down,
watching the peoples faces,
seeing blurry lines of the signs,
that time and space has erased,
as we wiz on by.
The rhythmic patterns of the train,
lulls the people to sleep.
I watch as man goes from pocket to pocket,
just to seek treasures of money just to eat.
The motor man kindly announces,
in an unrecognizable tone of voice,
the next stop and the connections one could make.
As he functions in is own zone,
not caring if he is heard or even understood.
Like a bullet shot from a gun,
the train races by to make up time,
racing to the next stop.
As it stops another passenger says good bye, just for today.
While countless others press their way.
You know it’s like a revolving door,
as one gets off,
you have five or six more.
Pushing, shoving, rushing for a seat,
men no longer willing to stand,
They would knock a woman over,
with a baby in her hand,
just so they would not have to stand.
Sometimes it’s depressing to see,
how uncivilized as a society we can be.
What was right is now wrong.
Those who are selfish and mean seem to get it all.
No one willing to share,
not even something to eat,
Look at the men not even willing,
to stand on their feet.

Have you ever ridden on a train? Have you observed the people that surround you? Have you wondered what their story was? Or do you try to avoid looking at them? Have you noticed how men fight women for a seat? Have you tried to imagine what it will be like in 5 years from now or 10 years?

I have. If things do not change men may not rush for the seat but they may decide to beat someone for it. Things will not get better unless we choose to do better, when we have an opportunity to do so.

Come on! Join me! Lets start a new trend. Let love, concern and respect lead the way. Let men be men and women be ladies. And all of us show concern for our fellow man.

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