Let there be no hesitation—the train has emerged again,
Through the dark tunneled domain of separation and pain.
They push them in—no words, no names,
Just hollow stares and hidden shame.
The doors slam shut—the bars clang down,
Twist and shout—
Silence lingers… no way out.
Unless—we get loud.
For the human spirit was born to fight.
And every shadow cast… still holds the light.
For every oppressed, tyrannized, suppressed, marginalized, rebellious walk of life—
When the whistle blows, in 2025, let there be no doubt,
The will to survive will be walking out.
But for now,
Box Car Two
“It sucks to be you.”
Me too.
She held the flag. She swore the vow.
A lifetime of service—no longer allowed.
And again—stiff hands strip her body down.
They claim her rights; they steal her voice.
They say it’s freedom—without a choice.
They chain her body, hide her name,
Write new laws but keep the shame.
It’s a Handmaid’s Tale of a town-hall fail.
You know what they say—
“I guess that chick got a little carried away.”
But fire burns where chains once lay.
And she won’t beg. She won’t obey.
I said no—
Soy La Doctora: The Sheinbaum Throne of Mexico.
América Mexicana—I like that name.
“But the Gulf is not for you to claim.”
“I’ll hold my ground.”
The whistle blows, and without a second sound,
The Spirit of the She is walking out.
But for now…
We ain’t through.
This train’s still running, it’s coming for you.
For the hands that sign the laws that steal.
For the judges who twist what’s right, what’s real.
For the ones who preach but choose to hate.
Who claim their power, lock the gate.
For the bullets fired with no regret.
For the backs still bent by your neglect.
For the wages low, for the ceilings high.
For the stolen dreams, for the silenced cries.
For crooked politicians, convicted of crimes—
For Project 2025 affecting millions of lives.
For All the President’s Men,
Making America Great Again—
Essential health care—gone—with the stroke of a pen.
Are you insane?
Tearing down generations of economic, trade, military operations.
Career experts axed. Cranks put in place.
In fact—
Slash Medicaid, hack the SSA, billions of dollars now at stake.
The tracks double back, chaos reigns, and I pray
For Grace to protect and embrace the U.S. of A.
As the underframe of the American train unhinged—
Takes a drastic turn for the worse.
And bursts through trails of heritage rails,
Crashing down, with mad tracking, sad-lacking, trumping sounds—
The American Dream walks out.
But for now—
A different dream begins, with those that know
That silence lets the darkness in.
And so, perhaps the greatest scene on the live world screen
Unfolded not in a carriage but a room pristine.
In an oval space, face to face—
One man with honor, the other disgraced.
A war-torn heart, unbowed, unshaken,
Met the hand of a dodger—limp and vacant.
The whistle shrills a new, threatening sound.
Beware, Ukraine!
And the true leader of the free world just walked out.
But for now—
You will learn—as you clutch your self-scribed Bible, your paper crown—
You’re going down.
A climate change is on its way.
Higher ground, higher stakes.
A unity of enlightened states.
You see—
Diversity’s a storm, and it won’t fade.
Equity’s a force that can’t be swayed.
Inclusion is a road we pave in stone.
Truth be known.
Oh, and by the way—
Your northern neighbor, the 51st state,
Has something to say, in our own kind,
Canadian way—
“Fuck off, eh?”
Time is up. The beast is spiraling down.
The whistle screams, a lasting, blasting, piercing sound.
We’ve all walked out.
To let the children lead.
But for now… they dream.
Music Cue: Peace Train
Peace Train sounding louder.
Everyone jump upon the Peace Train.
Oh, Peace Train, take this country—
Come take us home again.
