A normal morning traveling
Too many people
Squashed like sardines
Horrible, sweaty and warm
Announcement of two minutes delay
Grumbles coming from the crowd
“Oh no not delays again
Can’t afford to be late for work”
These guidelines go unnoticed
What are the drivers supposed t to do
Then lives are tumbled upside down
Everyone is blasted into turmoil
These grumbles turn into screams
Bodies are flying everywhere
Blood dripping down the walls
And belongings being scattered everywhere
Delays don’t matter anymore
The trains aren’t going anywhere
The people aren’t going anywhere
Rush hour chaos has begun.
Joanne Kennedy
March 2004 Ó
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