In the train

In shades of blue, stand few men,
I stare at them for they see straight.
The train moves on and its cool Inside
and my eyes feel the burning sun outside.
Its so convenient for us to be 
what we be today and what we will be?
For question we keep and don't ask as fool 
we are made so bland to see untrue.
The man in the corner kept shouting to his wife
and stood there we without a sound, 
another boy just ate a toffee 
and left his place leaving a clue,
I pick the wrapper and throw it smart
and then left the station without a mark
and so did the men holding their hands 
and a stick white on paths to heart it ends.