Free us all

Sitting on a speeding Met train through tunnels of hope and despair
People hanging out of windows
Climbing on roofs 
Avoiding the crushing roofs or not as the case may be
Suitcases on laps
Looking furtively around the carriage hoping not to catch someone’s eye
The Height of embarrassment
A cough and look away quick.
Why no friendly nod or other salutations
Oh no
Everyone nose deep in their book or newspaper
No chatting, simply not done on trains dear chap.
I sit there too
Reading my book
Kids crowd on laughing and joking, swearing and cussing
People look away
I look away
Tutting, well I never heard such language
What automatons we have become
The kids are yet to have been absorbed.
Lets hope they are not and can free us all.