Secret Train Service Poem by Uwakwe Uchechkwu

There seems to be a train somewhere here on this wheel of life
It comes once in a lifetime
And you get to see it once
You leave and never get to see what happens behind
And no one ever gets to see the driver's face
It's ever moving.

There's never a first class coach on this train
'Cause the officials are never humans
Nor ever asked for money
Nor ever asked for praises

On this train, hate comes to forget it's meaning
And poverty cease to define men.
Wardens cease to be wardens
And prisoners cease to be prisoners of any kind.
Memories cease to remember
And names cease to answer.
Dreams cease to dream
And tears deny their existence

I've seen a few men apply for asylum to this train
Though through the ugliest means
Some men wait, baggage packed and ready
But of the saddest I write
Many neither had time to pack nor wait when it comes,
It's death's ever moving train.