Up the gantry

Seems a man climbed up the gantry on the track
Electric wires for signals and for  power
The trains can’t run unless they get him back

I hope his mind has not begun to crack
For Britain is in tension at this hour
Seems this bloke climbed up the gantry on the track

We can sense since Brexit our great lack
Alienation and its black, doomed flowers
The trains can’t run unless this loon comes back

Our communal feelings are  ignored or are attacked
Divided, by the lies of media showered
Seems this chap is up the gantry on the track

The government is sheltered from the flak
Comes what man and comes what bloody hour?
The trains can’t run unless this bloke comes back

At the edge of  order,  people cower
Ignored and fearful, out they seem to glower.
Seems one  is up the gantry on the track
The trains won’t run unless we get him back