People Watching Poem by Phil Soar
People Watching
Sitting in the railway station
people watching
early morning rush hour
like sheep following the leader
not really concerned who gets a seat
but cramming into random carriages
on their way to the abattoir of life
where the mundane and trivia
are sheared away from the soul
and stunned into silence by the rules
and the repetitive nonsense that is work
and yet they all need it
to survive
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