Blundered Rails

Old rusted rail cars

Blundered rails withered far

As the warning bar drops

Double stacked high under raining skies

Red blinking lights constant as the day

Turns night

Steel bending under certain pressure

On the streets of Nsahville

The southern gem

While the trains send

All goods north south

East west

Banging bells cracking under stress

Untied and tightened 

Small stones surround the rails 

As the next cart drags forward the next

The world just moving ahead

So a piece can be sent to me

On a rainy Wednesday

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