Leavings

Leavings On the railway platform, trains leaving, white steam, suitcases and a throng of thousand eyes. Worried humanity and relieved ones too; to be free of oppression he is leaving to seek work far from here. Men in uniform looking important carrying green and red little flag, waving one of them and blowing a whistle: All onboard! ” I dislike departures there is a change, nothing will ever be the same. People walking home in silence, words have lost meanings. lies have been told dignity and pride have been sacrificed in the quest to look happy; the night is endless full of unanswered questions that streaks through the night avoiding answers