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