Next Day

NEXT DAY

Next day a revelation of what we could have been,

Warped on a point called lose or win,

Struggle in the face of who has the plan,

Doing everything to remain a woman or a man,

Without, a war beyond the possible future,

Life devoid of basics has no cure,

Having is the only game in this town,

No money, poverty is sure to take you down,

Then it’s the streets or you,

Day after day with nothing approaching new,

Languishing there in a deep well of confusion,

What you had or could have had the new illusion,

Blocked from hope, broken to the point of do or die,

Looking for the will to try,

Then you look in your children’s eyes with dreams on the fade,

Get them out of the heat but there is no shade,

So unreal to be lost in this land of plenty,

Just another speck in the sea of the hopeless many.