The People's Trains

The people's trains

Move silently off on schedule

There is no conductor to shout a warning

North, South, East and West

They come and go

The cars are stuffed full with the many people

More than twice the normal capacity

People stand all the way

Or sleep beneath the seats

And in the aisles

The People's blood courses

Along the many iron rails

Tying the whole grand experiment together

The Officials make their cuts

And I can't but help think of cattle

Being loaded and shipped

In vast quantities