Tin Can Torture
Last week we had to travel back from York on a train with no air conditioning, on the hottest day in Yorkshire, probably ever! It was not a great experience to say the least...
Tin Can Torture
Trapped tortured in a snake like tin can
Strangers simmering slowly in the stifling furnace
Grown men reduced to shallow shadows
Melting into their sweaty shirts and pants
Beats over ears can’t prevent millennial tears
Or babies bawling in their mothers ears
There’s a fleeting relief with a waft
A disturbance of air by shuffling zombies
Tracking searching a desperate desire
A craving a longing for life giving liquid
There’s no god no angel looking over
These travellers no relief from this incarceration
Only a desperation for the nightmare to end
To be released to an awaiting world
To once again breathe and be free
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