With Poor-Rich Express
a few people with tickets
are reading books,
humming songs,
watching the scenery outside the window,
and the time stopped
with delicious meals and music
while dozing off in comfort
enjoying life
People who do not have a ticket
on the train roof
dozing off from wind, cold, and hunger,
they are trembling
as they pull the flying times
with the danger of being smashed
at the tunnel entrance
fighting death
The train runs at the speed of
a turtle-rabbit walking.
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