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