In the falling light mothers standing gaunt and dry while the children cry. Father's seek between the old frail and week. Ushered into the car on rail, shouts and screams to no avail.
Standing sanctimonious with shimmering signs, drops the salute the clock chimes. Engines chuff steel grinds surging along definitive lines. Destination cold and bleak as all aboard do not seek.
Musket smell awaits the arrive for the many who shortly survive. Heard away like sheep to find their false sleep. Eye's now aware as they stare soon the fade and the final glare.
Their final place hidden in disgrace. The whole world now to face.