Poem 21: Trainwriter

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In the heart of the city, where life abounds,
I never see pleasant smiles, nor hear joyful sounds.
Not warm glances across the aisles,
Nor sounds of laughter for miles,
Bouncing off the walls like Simone Biles.

Phone conversations are public, no privacy to be found,
Annoyed stares of the united republic, voices all around.
As public disturbances cause complaints,
Stern expressions from those fake saints.

Signposts invade the walls,
Advertising podcasts and paintballs.
Behave accordingly - addressed to all,
Or suffer being trapped by four walls.

Rules and regulations still stand,
When we refuse God's hands.
Humans vs humans disband,
Destroying the peace on this land.

A community in one space,
A range of class and race,
Is a visual of one's true face,
A platform for a train writer to stay.

But underneath the chaos, hope still prevails,
In the bustling streets and the busy trails.
For in the midst of the urban sprawl,
There's room for compassion, room for us all.

Let's break the barriers, let's bridge the gap,
From every corner, let's remove the trap.
With kindness and understanding, let's take a stand,
And together, let's rebuild this land.

Let's paint smiles across the faces,
Create warmth in even the coldest places.
Let laughter echo, let it spread like wildfire,
Rekindling the spirit, igniting the desire.

For in the heart of the city, let there be grace,
Let's build a community in this shared space.
Where class and race are but a trace,
Of the beauty found in every face.

So let's be the change we want to see,
And make the city what it's meant to be.
A place of connection, a place of light,
Where love and kindness always shine bright.

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