The Train In Motion Poem by Thabani Khumalo

The train in motion
That caught the eye of the nature's guard
By the engine's steam that tainted clouds
And the engine oil that painted clods
Until the knife of a street-smart thug
Sliced him warm and he fell down cold.
The thug wanted coins by his master's mold
Which back to him he traded for smoke
For thus had killed the nature's guard
And had left him there as the maggots' food.
Thus I swore alone within my soul
To never ever again gaze at the train in motion.