– 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.

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