Black doomed flowers

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
Britain is in tension at this hour
This bloke climbed up the gantry on the track

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

Communal feelings are  ignored or are attacked
Divided, by the lies of media showered
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

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