The Red Line

The tension is thick and the pain is real
as I sing the Red line blues.

Death is upon us until we pass by
the place where 9 people died.

Beautiful, June innocence in the purest sense.
You took them in a blink of your eyes, you stupid Red line.

7 months past and I can still hear the roll call
At this point, its always hard to think within Metro's claws.

I can see the image of your train colliding with time;
and time won.
How rude it is! It never even mentioned the likes of your son!

Such a beast it is.
It waits for no one and takes no prisoners.
All we can hope is that you're somewhere beautiful.

From there, my friend Nikki lives and will grow old.
And I will never forget your last ride on the Metro.


Poem / Tragedy / Death