Solidarity

As the train stops

Entering, the peoples view

A man talks to his hand

Where has my people gone?

.

Crammed to the walls

Like corn in a tin

Blurred faces ilegibly pass me by

my neighbour a stranger

.

Who am I to be just one

In the endless sea of the mass

transit system, caught in passing

an unidentifiable name amongst it all.

.

We traverse the lonely distance

to be as glue to hold the world

Though the cost is the self

The children will applaud the cosmos.

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