THE TOMORROW DEBATE
Such a long, long (or
When viewed through the spectacles
Of human history, such a short)
Time
The human spirit always hopes
For better
Even as the brain says “nah,
Ain’t gonna happen. All the days
after today are going to be
More of this here now, perhaps
A little different at the edges
But the core always remains
Essentially Unchanged:
Hunger must be assuaged
Elimination after we eat
Shelter—especially from storms—
The tough search for the necessary
warmth of companion hearth
heart. And, Of course, the
production of ever sprouting
offspring.
That’s it, that’s all
Everything else is an illusion
Of progress or development or
Whatever foolish term we’ve created
To dress up the reoccurring
Sameness that is tomorrow.”
You forgot
Music, my friend, music.
“no, I didn’t. music is the now
there is no music tomorrow
only now, music is always
now
every generation must create
it’s own music
or suffer the horror
of human silence.”
—kalamu ya salaam