– Train Song –
by Brendan Strong
My wife, who’s with child can’t get a seat on this train!
And no one can see that we’re all to blame,
Unseen because we’re sleeping through bloody good reads
Her voice is drowned out by gigs of MP3s!
I was disgusted the first time I saw
An elderly woman, so brutally ignored
I felt like screaming from out of my seat
But left it, not wanting to cause such a scene
No wonder our silence subsides into violence
When we believe our manners give license
To ignore the very thing they’re intended to defend
To act as a weapon in an everyday sense!
And so nodding off, with a book, with MP3s
We’ll fuck someone over for a chance at a seat.