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By BRIDGE OF ANGELS

Waterloo Station, 3rd coalition
Legions of pinstriped suits
Fixed faced rush hour victims ,fighting for position
Tightly packed like red coats locked into square
Automaton eyes trapped in unyielding faces with nothing to share.

Endless heavy cavalry trains roll into view
Kaleidoscopic cacophony in this capitalist hue.
Rush hour carnage as the old guard ambles around
About to be made obsolete as digital replacements are found
So many daily campaigns about to be fought
As the Battalions alight and futures are bought.

No one really dwells on why this iconic place is so named
And of the 1000’s of sacrifices made so long go
To foil an acquisitive emperor’s game.
The melee disperses, under a four faced clock
A couple come into view...
A romantic encounter and illicit rendezvous.
They embrace like two generals suing for peace
About to escape from this battlefield
And yearned for dreams of release.