The brakes scream on the loaded carriage.
Dead children lay at their mothers’ feet
As they vibrate with silent sorrow.
Grandfathers take their last breath
Yet there is nowhere to fall
They expire on their feet
Filling the air with death’s sordid aroma.
The train completes its journey
Doors torn open and shouting
And bodies tumble from the hell
And gulping at the fresh air
And seconds of false hope.
Men are tossed right to find freedom through work.
Women go left to the tunnel
And off to create new smoke for overworked chimneys.