by Nick Gisburne
The smoke of scraping brakes and grinding wheels.
Colossal clouds of wild, escaping steam.
The Manitoba Special’s engine reels,
And every voice, as one, becomes a scream.
The little people, Mannegishi gangs,
Use traps and tricks to murder modern men.
No mercy. Every snatched survivor hangs.
Today they trash a train, to kill, again.
Each crippled carriage, stripped of life, is burned,
No man or woman, youth or younger, spared.
Until these lakes, these lands, are all returned,
The peace, in pieces, cannot be repaired.
They know they wage a war they may not win,
But fight to free the birthright of their kin.
