Waiting on crowded platforms, fighting to get into a train to go to the one place I'd rather not go to.
Clambering, half dead, already waiting for the day to get over.
Packed into tiny compartments like canned meat. More people get on than get out. Each trudging to a different slaughter house, to dictators on power trips that create for us our personal hells.
Lines that lead to trains to take you to "work". Modern day corporate concentration camps. Ultimately marching to our untimely demise. A death march of sorts.
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