Turning smoothly following the track
Bygone are the sounds of the clickety clack
Moving stock and people for so long
Comfort and style, you won’t go wrong
On this night in Italy, streaking through the city
Drawn by high spec like a steed
Coming to the bend with excess speed
Leaving the track with a hell a crash
Loss of life can only be expected
Pain and suffering is exacted
Spare a thought and bow your head
for the injured the shocked and the dead
brian roy skyers
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-track/
