I see your body, splayed out, sprawled across the track
Like stains of the metropolis upon the countryside so black.
A thousand woes, sat fat and comfortable upon your back
Pain, damp clothes and stress, the only things you didn’t lack.
I see the scars that the train and life have left behind
If your heart spilled out onto the rail what would we find?
The love, life and thoughts of a once great mind
But you lie here, death the last bill you signed.
I blame us, the rich who walked by your sallow eyes
Ignored those shrivelled hands, those last silent cries
Despised you as I despise, the shallow leaders who tell lies
They play with lives, gambling, mine and his. He dies.
See now how the crowd gathers round to stare,
Crowds gathered round to watch freaks at the fair
Humans are worse than beasts “yes as a human I dare”
To enter back and forth through the Devil’s lair.
The devil is in us, if God exists and resembles man in looks
Tis not he who’d spill blood and write the hateful books.
Which everyday worse than drugs and their deadly hooks
Leave half dead men hiding their heads in dirty nooks
Here you lie, body crushed beneath the wheels
I hear the engine, the screams and now the squeals
Of breaks. In those last moments what did you feel?
In those last instants, you and I we made a deal.
You’d jump? “Yes, right into the coming beast which rushed”
I’d tell your story, honour you, tell how you were crushed.
Now they lie, saying “He fell” the whole affair is being hushed.
Those liars, mock your memory, to protect the girls who blushed,
To see some handsome star, kiss a girl; cameras flashed,
Meanwhile as in drunken, sleepless nights you thrashed.
The world goes on, fashion smiles coyly, greedy, unabashed
Ignorant the fact that here a life, a heart was smashed.
Not by the train, but under society’s suffocating weight
No passion, no love, impervious. No feelings, not even hate.
But the blind eye, we ignore others. No dignity, scrape the plate
Eat the little scraps that life gives us, and with that we sate
The appetite for love and feeling which you feel for your first love
With the person, whom in your hungry eyes is a gift from above
The world again, renewed, reborn. Springs run. The water suave
A world of peace, of joy, embodied by that pure and lovely dove.
Yet to me the world seems tainted, as though under a curse,
Such shallow dreams and empty death, even the coming of life: birth
Causes no more joy, as it would have around the heat of hearth
No more pain hence no more joy, life’s too easy on this earth.
I smell, I see it written upon a thousand faces,
The same stench that stains a thousand places,
The same crime of a thousand unsolved cases,
It thrives now in all of our corrupted races.
The leaders, once mighty men who led their men to battle,
Now soft, weak and cruel, right wing. Shamed men who prattle;
Trampling the graves of “young men who died as cattle”.
Do you hear the train coming? Hear the tracks rattle?
In the light of lamps, your forehead is damp, your body shakes
Who were you? A whisper shattered and the question breaks
Upon my trembling lips and inside my whole soul quakes;
Your body emptying, drops those deep red snowflakes.
I see your body, splayed out, sprawled across the track
Like stains of the metropolis upon the countryside so black.
A thousand woes, sat fat and comfortable upon your back
Pain, damp clothes and stress, the only things you didn’t lack.
YOU ARE READING
Tears and blossom
Teen FictionPoetry for the Attys This is a collection of poetry I wrote over the last few months. Each poem is special to me in one way or another... Each tells a story. It was interesting to write in forms and styles I hadn't even known existed till I decided...
