Visitor Poem by Frank Bana

I stood high on the railway bridge
Waiting for the train to come
Steel rails in the dawn shining
Caresses of the morning sun
Stretching all the way to London.
But the train it did not come

I sat down by the bus shelter
Waiting on the Green Line to come
The timetable was posted clear
I was full of expectation
To talk to a fellow passenger.
But the bus it did not come

I watched the daily press event
Waiting for the truth to come
The deadly numbers played on air
Fact and blame and counter-claim
As the men spoke to the nation.
But the truth it did not come

I was taken down to hospital
Calling for the nurse to come
Among my hosts and new-made friends
Talking through our many tongues
Prone and racked in suffering.
But the nurse s/he could not come