Riots and a train

The rusty feeling of the cries And the noise that I can't unhear somehow , As I sit in a crowded place , In this extinct vale Reaching for a house in plains And I move through unknown tunnels . I've always thought I like journeys and not destination But today I find its the train. An old creeping metallic body On round heavy metallic wheels , They give me the impression of so called big men with their fragile will . The bulbs in this train burn white But they can't burn brighter Than the flames of live pyres in suburbs of the capital . I have always thought its ideas,thoughts and religions And I find today, its MAN.