By Xavier Bage, 22nd May 2013 |Posted in Wikinut
Trains take millions of people to
the city before noon. In the evening, they carry the people back to the suburbs
and villages. What an extraordinary scene it is even for an ordinary poet like
me!
Oh boy, how the trains gorge,
From wee morning to late night.
Eat and eat, vomit and vomit,
No medicine can set it right.
How can you ever set it right,
If they wish to keep the vice?
Can you keep a fish-lover from
His daily plate of fish and rice?
It grubs in the suburbs in morn,
And pushes it out in the terminus.
In the evening it feeds in the city,
And expels the entrails in villages.
Oh dear, what can the matter be?
It’s neither ingesting nor moving today.
Is there some derailment of digestion,
After loading the belly day after day?
A crowd is standing on the tracks,
Shouting out slogans, holding flags,
“Our bellies are empty and half-filled
When they have money-filled bags.”
From wee morning to late night.
Eat and eat, vomit and vomit,
No medicine can set it right.
How can you ever set it right,
If they wish to keep the vice?
Can you keep a fish-lover from
His daily plate of fish and rice?
It grubs in the suburbs in morn,
And pushes it out in the terminus.
In the evening it feeds in the city,
And expels the entrails in villages.
Oh dear, what can the matter be?
It’s neither ingesting nor moving today.
Is there some derailment of digestion,
After loading the belly day after day?
A crowd is standing on the tracks,
Shouting out slogans, holding flags,
“Our bellies are empty and half-filled
When they have money-filled bags.”
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