The commuters are compressed into carriages and rushing for the seats as the cattle trucks rattle on the rails and take the strain.
The commuters are squeezed into the compartments for the daily joyless journey
For the daily shuttle to factory's and offices where the stress levels rise.
Because there chained to commitments they can barely meet,
As the cost of living continues to get higher,
They see the same scenery they see the same people with their idiosyncrasies and habits,
But never a word is spoken,
They remain strangers for years.
Then routinely they tumble out onto platforms to breach the peace and run for the barriers,
Thousands travel long distances with all the delays to pay their taxes to receive a sizable pension,
And call it a chosen career.
The plague of locusts invade the city's to perform menial tasks,
Because contributing to society is respectful,
And the scramble for a monthly salary and security is on,
As hard work gives one a sense of self-worth,
Hard work could mean early retirement.
A Thearta Production*