The Railway Platform
He was a boy, a little boy
With hungry eyes and stolen joy
With filthy hands and eyes so red
A dusty cloth covered his head
He searched along the dirty aisle
Where leftovers and plastics pile
For crumbles of an eaten bread
Or droplets or a tiny shred
The searching eyes ran up a seat
To find the tidy toddler eat
It was a meal, a normal meal
Really! They say, “so no big deal!!”
With teary eyes and days of dust
The dirty boy with sudden gust
Leaped on the seat to snatch a bite!
A thunderous slap caught on so tight.
Time seemed to stop and vision blurred
“Get off the train! Filthy bastard!”
The scurrying men with eyes of hate
Did push the boy towards the Gate
With helpless eyes and hurting feet
Bloody faced, nothing to eat
With Gentlemen swearing profound
The little boy lay on the ground……
The whistle blew and bogeys drew
And suddenly out of the blue
With searching eyes and steady gaze
The toddler stared back at his face
The baby face and curly hair
Fixed on itself a wise old stare
As if to say “I’m sorry mate”
“It wasn’t me, it was your fate”
He was a boy, a hungry boy
With bloody hands and stolen joy…………