My Home Is Calling.

Poem By Raymond Magabe

Metal screeching,
men pushing,
women screaming,
order forsaken
the train has arrived.

Seats missing,
armpits smelling,
shoes boiling,
train moving
I just want to get home.

Metal screeching,
I'm pushing,
she is screaming,
order restored
home is now a walk away.

Keys swinging,
bags hanging,
pots gasping,
fridge hissing
I'm hoping there is something to eat.

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