Closure Poem by Charles Lara

Lazy like those
that don’t get up
and go to work
and feed the meters
with silver coins
Tired like those
that refuse to talk
or point the way
from where they came
or find escape
Hungry like many
with paper bag lunches
with nothing in them
that will be so fulfilling
or fill their holes
that keeps on
getting bigger till
it swallows us
all up and calls it
a day that never
woke up to fight
a common purpose
of simple existence
on a far away
place once know
as the earth...