Profit is all that matters
At the barrier we wait
They offer electronic apologies
For trains being constantly late.
Commuters on their bellies
Slithering across the floor
Like commandoes on an assault course
As if really at war.
Truth is the war's long over
The battle's been long lost
Punctuality and safety has gone
It's profitability at all cost.
How long before a transport Hillsborough
Crushed waiting for a train
The bosses safe in their chauffeured cars
This really is insane.
Do you think they'll refund my season ticket
Is what I'll say with my last breath
Life squeezed out of me at London Bridge
On the concourse facing death.
Dulwich Poet 6th March 2015
(There have been severe delays, as London Bridge station is rebuilt, and there was a picture in the paper showing commuters crawling under barriers to escape crushing at the front)
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