Trains
of thought - musings about transport
mighty
rails on mighty trails
where
once was wild and wide,
past
fields of gold, frontiers unfold
across
the great divide.
regimental
transcontinental
shafts
of steel united,
east
to west - bold and best
cross
country burned and blighted.
where
red men rode and buffalo strode
majestic
purple plain,
skyscrapers
soar and people pour
for
pleasure and for gain.
the
rugged range, both new and strange
vast
climbing cavernous walls,
pursuing
past, until at last
the
angels city calls.
You’re
behind a bloody bull-bar
Astride
three tons of metal,
In
override
And
the fine applied
To
you is CASH not FETTLE!
You
tried to cheat the cameras
With
your digitised number plate,
You
may rant and shout –
But
they caught you out
(and
you’re running two hours late!
Behind
an ancient Lada,
Wedged
in by a Tesco lorry,
Debts
of twenty grand –
In
a jam (unplanned)
For
yourself you’re feeling sorry!
But
you deserve to be where you are
In
a seven-mile long tailback –
With
your personal plate,
Now
it’s far too late –
You
should have gone by rail track!
no
trains today
B.R.
has gone away
the
scandals and the lies
the
tenders and franchise
no
trains today
private’s
here to stay
the
public good disdain
for
profit and for gain
how
will they run the lines that never pay?
twice
hourly reduced to just two trains a day?
reductions
in staff and quality supposed
and
rural locations end up being closed
no
trains today
the
network just won’t play
Virgin’s
broken down
EWS
left town
no
trains today
passenger
dismay
the
companies don’t talk-
guess
we’ll just have to walk!
Virgin’s
New
Voyager –
Crap
or innovation?
Opinion
definitely leans
One
way.
RailTrack-
what
are they for?
Check
performance so far!
Indicates
a lack of vision-
They’re
Bad!
Steam
trains-
Blast
from the past?
An
anachronism
best
confined to yesteryear-
Or
not?
The
Train!
To
end all trains!
Travel
fast in comfort!
Lean,
mean Pendolino machine!
What
Gas!
and
the highwaymen came onward, onward, onward,
contemplating
profits by the mile,
and
regardless of the feelings
‘gainst
their underhanded dealings,
made
ready to construct their monstrous pile.
and
the planners started plotting, plotting, plotting,
truth
from their lips had taken a vacation,
and
these grey wolves in sheeps’ clothing
for
the people showed a loathing,
as
time will prove, there’ll be no alteration.
and
the bankers started counting, counting, counting,
their
whole lives idolising Gods of Gold,
how
much money they would make
counting
not the lives they’d take,
or
the tragic cost of the birthright they had sold.
and
the little ones were dying, dying, dying,
no
homes, no food, no “where” to wander free,
but
the highwaymen don’t care
‘bout
the sadness and despair,
they
don’t care for him, for her, for you, for me!
What
are you doing. going so fast,
trying
to make today my last?
Think
a bit, for heaven's sake!
That
thing in the middle. it's called a brake!
Pedestrian
scourge, your'e a bloody pest!
Did
you ever pass a driving test?
Mad
boy-racer, that's what you are
In
a world of your own in your poser's car!
One
hand steering, the other on phone,
Let's
hope the life you take's your own!
The
trouble is, as you speed at will
It's
likely innocent people you'll kill!
You
don't give a damn, you live for now,
You
MUST get there, you don't care how!
Of
obvious danger you take no heed,
All
that's important ie reckless speed!
You'll
get squashed by lorry or tanker,
The
end of you you bloody wanker,
As
they piece together the bits of your head
You'll
know nowt about it, 'cos you'll be DEAD!!!!!