as i drove the car last night
i passed by the thick crowd of people
in a big circle
the old yellow bus stopped and
some motorcycles were
blinking their lights
the ambulance finally arrived
in short seconds
two bodies of bloody unconscious
males were hauled away
blood flowed again on the floors
of the night
i did not know who they were
what they did and what they dreamed
from where they were
the women that loved them
... i am not interested
i am tired of this routine of
deaths almost every night
i guessed another alcohol caused
mishap, perhaps
i always wanted to be back home
and it was already late at night
RIC S. BASTASA
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/whenyou-are-tired-and-simply-want-to-be-home/
