I saw a train moving on the rail
When I went for a walk on the rail
I saw its wheels moving like it was real
But it was not moving by its will
Nor by itself. It was the rail that showed the way
I turned on the rail to follow the train
When I saw its track on the rail.
It way was far when it took the right
As if it knew it was trailed.
When he began to draggled on the rail
He aimed at the train,
But the bullets flew straight over it.
He touched the rail and the train was destroyed when it was derailed by the collision.
He took them to wolfdom
And laid them like tubers of yam for purchase.
Dec 14, 2022
This poem is part of the contest:
Neopoem Of The Week Contest December 11th to 17th 2022
Business of The Day
About This Poem
Last Few Words: The new business that is introduced to the youths of my country is kidnapping, killing, rape ... They hijacked the single train my country have and requested ransom on the abductees. And government could not help the situation.
Review Request Direction:
What did you think of my title?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Business Of The Day
You have well described the unimaginable and unthinkable.
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With the contest. I thought you might like re consider repeating the words rail and train so many times in such a short piece.
Good theme .
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