Hombres Del Viernes.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

men with nothing to do
but hold their beers till morning

there is no work available
and the world is at war with each other

the government is a liar
and the church is a good collector of their bones

the neighbor has a party of its own
not inviting anyone of them

so here they are
making their own sub-culture too

fridays are the beginnings of their weeks
devoted to a drinking spree
long list of debts unpaid
screaming wives and children who had
to stop going to school and
find work themselves
they have their arms now and feet
on their loveless locomotions

it is not a shocking world
it is real
it is the truth too obvious
fists punching tables like
boxers going for a kill