Train Of Souls Poem by norman hale

There's a train of souls
Passing through your way
They are all souls
From another yesterday

Some are from wars
From our histories past
That train is comming
And it's comming fast

The souls are from
All different times
The train gathers them
As its whistle chimes

That train of souls
Is full of all different races
Though they look much the same
With that same mad look on their faces

They are so angry
Of things going on today
They want to set the politicians
On track of our for-fathers way

This train oif souls
Are out to haunt Washington D.C.
Until things get back straight
For our land of the free

This train is steady moving
With a full head of steam
If you listen to the winds
You'll hear train moans, and soul screams

Watch out the city of Washington
They are out to get things right
And, this time they can get even
Though, they can't pick up a weapon to fight

Old George Washington's
This trains conducter, you see
And they'll fight politicians
For the rights of you and me

They've layed in their graves
Until they have had enough
They have grown tired of the greed
And it's time we all got tough

Even Mr. Lincoln is highly upset
As we can only imagiane, as well
Wandering why he wasted his time on The Civil War
Just to see greedy politicians turn it back to a greedy Hell

So, listen for the train moans
And those souls softly screams
They will be haunting politicians
both wide awake, even in their dreams
written 9/22/2013 by Norman Hale Jr.