Untitled poem (something about politics and trains)

Let’s pass not the torch

To the next generation

But a raging a fire

A conflagration

The train we’re on

Has lost all traction

No sign of leaving

No destination

The coals aren’t burning

Inside the engine

The wheels aren’t turning

Now it’s time for action

It’s down to us

To get the wheels in motion

And the train heading in

The right direction

Unlike this driverless

Mess of a nation

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