“Tomorrow I Shall Be Another”
ARTIST’S STATEMENT & GALLERY: RAMON KUBICEK
TOMORROW I SHALL BE ANOTHER
Yesterday with all my friends I hid laughing in the rubble
And listened to the birds calling above the sirens
We pretended we could fly, that our bodies were filled with super
powers, that others listened to us with kindness, that our touch healed
wounds, that we exchanged gifts with strangers.
Yesterday we heard stories of heroes who went far away.
Yesterday we worked many hours and afterwards with faces pressed to
the fence watched rich people do nothing.
Today we huddle in the fields
Unable to make a loaf of bread feed hundreds
Today our dreams no longer rise above the smoke.
Today I know that even rich people may still want your crumbs,
But can they give voice to all those who have too little?
Food is food, water is water, nothing is nothing.
The rich think power will fill the void in their hearts.
We should not scorn those unable to turn shit into stars.
We can split an atom, but we cannot create a planet
where those unlike us are allowed to live.
What are you staring at?
Your wish has a multitude of exceptions waiting to crush it; every need
calls bureaucrats paid to argue its impossibility.
Our science cannot resolve your simplest loss.
Why do you wonder that so many embrace stories of the living dead?
Why are you amazed when they rush to join gangs wanting to cut off
people’s heads? They cannot cut off their own heads or stop
the thoughts that slowly suffocate them.
Tomorrow I shall be another.
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