This Train Poem by Katusiime Jeresi

It is an unusual train, packed to the max, thieves and bankers and everyone defaulting on their tax
It is an unusual train, earning is a must; cheapskates and highends and everyone in the nasty body trade.
It is an unusual train; the jailer and the jailed and the prudent walking in the light.
you either put up a fight or you lose.
This is an unusual train, you can stare flabbergast at liars and cheats and polyandry on the rise
This is an unusual train, selfishness has evolved; dictators and terrorist crying for peace without relinquishing their guns.
This is an unusual train, I must admit; strangers with kind hearts, Samaritans you will never see again and mean stars full of God-knows-what and
You either mingle and mix or stand on your own.
I was born in this train, wilth filth and impeccability; love and hatred pure.
I was born in this train, hopelessness and determination, commitment and frustration
I was born in this train, the journey never ends, no station no stop till I reach my destination.