A warrior's cry erupts
The quarry is sighted from afar
Each breath held in avid anticipation
As each soldier readies for war.
Forward goes the surging swell
Of humanity, maddened in its rush.
The train arrives, awaiting the crush
Of an early morning hell
Each person gasps, held in a vice
A stranglehold, endured each day
A slip away from death, he holds on
Limbs askew, he rolls with the sway
This sea of humanity, unforgiving, whole
Shepherded towards a common goal
Returns again, to endure in pain,
A journey in tommorrow's train.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can relate to these images.Well done! Ngaio Beck