THE MINUTE PAST MIDNIGHT TRAIN

A poem about leaving the steel town of Sheffield at the age of nineteen , I stood wondering why the train left at the minute past midnight until I heard a hundred steel whistles blew from the industrialised Armageddon of the east end , at a minute past midnight when the steel sirens had finished the train guard blew his whistle and I never looked back the same could be said to teenagers today free yourselves from the silicon slavery of the technology totalitarianism !!.