My Home Is Calling. Poem by Raymond Magabe

My Home Is Calling.

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Metal screeching,
men pushing,
women screaming,
order forsaken
the train has arrived.

Seats missing,
armpits smelling,
shoes boiling,
train moving
I just want to get home.

Metal screeching,
I'm pushing,
she is screaming,
order restored
home is now a walk away.

Keys swinging,
bags hanging,
pots gasping,
fridge hissing
I'm hoping there is something to eat.

Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: travel
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
this is my daily experience at the Johannesburg Park station on my way home after a long day of classes and whatever fate deemed necessary to throw my way for that day.
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