Saxon Crow

Steam train rushing to the next drink of water

Thunderbird a headin way out yonder

Ticket master chipping costly bits of paper

While prospectors' out a chasin

That golden kinda fever

Redskins a fightin

A vision they can't see

Cos white man is dancin

To a modern metal dream

Earth she is a cryin 

For all the things to come

And Jesus is weepin

For his promise is undone

Blues man a driftin

Sings a song of echoes past

Feelin so low 

Cos he knows it never lasts

Judgement day is callin

And the train is headin on

Into the future where the end is gonna come


  • Author: Saxon Crow (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 19th, 2023 14:17
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 11


  • Doggerel Dave

    As a steam train aficionado I like it even if the ending, more than likely the right conclusion, I cannot.
    Got the rhythm, I like; I’m no museo, but get your blues man on to it, if possible….
    Worth the effort you took, Sax.

  • orchidee

    Good write SC.

  • hotidris

    Nice poem about civilization.

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