2011 - Day 159

A train on the horizon,
Heading towards the sun,
Rolling down the rusty tracks
It moves to the beat of a drum.
This particular train is curious,
It's cargo worth more than gold,
Destinations patiently wait
For objects that no one can hold.
Lies were told to the buyers,
They'll know it too soon I'm afraid,
As soon as the train passes through
No more human lives will be made.
Workers work hard to lay tracks,
Succumbed to the will of the train,
Prisoners of war, their minds wiped clean
Every city new victims to claim.
Eventually the world
Will wait for the train to arrive,
For with it now brings life force-
The innermost will to survive.
Until the train grows tired,
Slumbers in caves down below,
We will do all of it's bidding
It's 'motives' quite frankly 'Loco'.