Metal screeching, 
men pushing, 
women screaming, 
order forsaken
the train has arrived.
Seats missing, 
armpits smelling, 
shoes boiling, 
train moving
I just want to get home.
Metal screeching, 
I'm pushing, 
she is screaming, 
order restored
home is now a walk away.
Keys swinging, 
bags hanging, 
pots gasping, 
fridge hissing
I'm hoping there is something to eat.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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