The Strike Train

It’s the soothing and comfort that passengers feel

From the safety of knowing the doors only close

When the guard says it’s ready, that’s when the train goes

 

This is the sound of the train gaining speed

From the city to country, now crossing the Tweed

The hum of the engine, the shriek of the whistle

The beautiful countryside, moorland and thistle

Secure in the knowledge, when powering along

That the guard is in charge in case something goes wrong

 

But this is the sound of distressed parents’ pain

When their kid’s on the platform and they’re on the train

This is the howl of the person who’s caught

In the door as it closed, or the gap, now distraught

Is the passenger struggling to get their leg free

Cos there’s nobody there with the sole job to see

That the train doesn’t leave till you’re safely on board

Because this is what happens when there is no guard

 

This is the scene when the signals have failed

When the points became loose and the loco derailed

When the driver’s immobilised, passengers trapped

And there’s no guard in charge because guards have been scrapped

 

These are the sounds and the sights we don’t like

These are the reasons why we’re out on strike

So don’t let the driver take all of the strain

Say No D.O.O, keep the guard on the train.