The burning trains,
Stranded passengers,
Damaged platforms,
Broken signals.
What sort of people
Are they
Who can burn the trains,
Damage platforms?
For the first time
Saw I the people
Setting trains on fire,
Gathering to storm it all.
Throwing stones on
The running trains,
Breaking the windows,
Damaging the tracks.
Atop the asbestos-sheeted
Platforms,
Pulling and breaking
The canopy and its avenues.
Damaging the signal system,
The station master rooms,
Beating the railway staff
And the security personnel.
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