A Train Journey Poem by Gbolagade Taiwo

A Train Journey



I welcome you all to this depot,
This is Train number 0001,
We will be on our way shortly,
Before we kick off,
Listen to this important information.

As you all know,
A Train has no reverse,
It has many entrances,
And you can ring the driver whenever you get to your destination,
I want to bring to your notice,
New persons will join on the way,
So, as they come in,
Let us endeavour to be friendly,
No room for insult,
I do not want to see any assault,
Let brotherly vs sisterly love prevail.

Another thing is,
Do not leave any of your luggage behind,
This train does not U-turn,
It will not bring you back here,
Take as many things that will last you on this journey as possible.

I feel it's obligatory to tell you the name of this Train,
It is named, The World.
It has just its main depot here,
And we will be leaving soon,
But I must tell you that we do not know our exact destination,
We are just on this journey.

Mind you, this Train has many exit points,
But there is only one Door for all to come in,
The rest of the Doors are operated by just a Steward,
And the fellow has just one familiar name,
Which is called Death.

I may not be accurate about the gender of this fellow,
That's because I was not with Big Brother when He signed the contract with this fellow,
This fellow has given every door a peculiar name,
The first is named Cold,
This is the door where people go out of this Train without any problem,
Their exit is always soft.

The next is Disease,
This Door houses a lot of illnesses,
And many people exit this Train through this Door.

Another is called Murdered,
This one opens for assassinated people and those that are murdered,
It is peculiarly designed for this purpose.

The next is Suicide,
This opens for people that willingly exit the Train.

Next to it is, Accident,
This Door is brutal,
It doesn't give its clients peaceful exit experience,
It makes its clients beg for Death,
Because it is not a respecter of mortals.

Also, another one is named,
War exit.
This is strictly meant for War Masters,
Anybody that exits through this Door is debri of war.

Wait! Wait! !
Where are you rushing to?
I could see you all queuing at Cold Door,
I must tell you that in your ticket,
Your exit point has been specified by Fate.
Fate is one of Big Brother's servants,
It has done to you according to its wish,
Therefore, check your ticket and go to where Fate assigned you.

Mind you, we do not like people staying for long on this Train,
So, when we get to the next depot,
Kindly decongest yourself for fresh blood to come in.

Once again,
This is Train 0001,
With the name, The World,
Sit tight,
Have fun while you can,
And keep calm,
Welcome on board.

Tuesday, December 13, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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