As the unknown longs for the known destination
With jittery voices in their mind
and bubblegum wraps in litters
Silent sighs after the setting sun
Grows louder and louder
As the countdown just begun
And they start preparing for a battle
some sweat for triumph, some shake in fear
like a phalanx viciously divided
into some from far, and some who live near
The bland ray of light becomes a blinder
As the imminent boxcar chugs in
They organize themselves in chaos
And rush like ragdolls burning in rage
As if the gates of the hell had opened
But it leads to just another cage
The fortunate one smirks like a king
to the fate of the outnumbered pawn
Such is the anonymous animosity
travelling together during dusk and dawn.
