The Last Station

Smoke stacks rise in the distance        
we've been here before        
scent of horror on the tip of my senses        
railway cars filled with scorn        
unclenched of perceived accommodation        
train rail clicks the sound of disdain        
engineer's whistle blows        
how did we lose the site of humanity      
fill up the cars no tickets sold        
signs to protest the atrocity                   
inspector gets you on board        
soot in the air            
the ghost of another        
will history blame us for lining up in rows      
did we live in a time        
we could've done better        
do we take this ride        
so the future may know        
goodbye to my love        
goodbye to the children        
farewell to my friends        
to the coming day        
while these ruins lay under our feet        
waiting for our time to be placed in the annals        
inside histories great book        
whistle blows out our scream of destruction      
someday we'll learn to live and to love one another            
someday    
someday        
until then soot