One evening,
passengers fought
back, with branches
torn off trees
beating up a group of inspectors
our conductors sacked,
th drivers caged
for their own protection,
from us, no longer their passengers
but potentially dangerous customers
someone poured glue into th ticket machines
thugs were hired to check our tickets,
they appeared in gangs, wearing
coats that made them look like the KGB
ticketless teenagers were assaulted
we were witness
to daily harassments,
interfered, at times,
screamed at th inspectors,
it was mayhem on th trams
as well as th trains, without guards
or station staff
now we have armed, but semi-trained
authorized officers pacing th trains and trams
there's an unnerving silence, when they get on
wow, and where, when?
ReplyDeletePhew. I have heard similar stories of Melbourne trams and trains. Especially in the west. You really captured the tension in your poem.
ReplyDeleteNow th complete story has evolved... th end-result, armed personnel. th violence in NT prompted me to write it, things have come to this probably because of constant cuts to services?!
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