Trolley and the fat man By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
Heading to the station
A quarter after three
I hear the bustle and commotion
A horrific thing I see
Down the way are five men
Stuck between the rails
They're screaming out for help
I faintly hear their wails
Up the way I spy a trolley
Barreling along
The conductor does not know
Something terrible will go wrong
A fat man walks up next to me
He says “Is there anything we can do?
I look up perplexedly
Until my mind thinks up a clue
“Look man, I'm sorry,
We all are ill prepared
And it's nothing personal
In fact, I'm pretty scared
I've done the math inside my head
You surely have the girth
Their lives should be spared
They represent a greater worth
The tragedy is one life
If you are on the track
But you must act now
There is no going back
It's not that you're not valued
It's just that five is more than one
And there isn't any time
Or something else that can be done.”
The fat man looks at me and says,
“Surely you wouldn't dare?”
His mind racing fast
He looks at me and glares
“Their fate is on that track
Mine is safe and sound
I am not moving an inch
Right here I'll stand my ground
Besides, look at you
You weigh as much as I
I think it best then
That you be the one to die.”
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