Tomorrow will be the same but not like this
[based on the similar title of a painting by Colin McCahon]
I really, really wonder why
Why everything is as it is, when it is evident
That nothing much in planetary human affairs
Is - even by the Kantian Categorical Imperative - as it should be
The bad BBC news is ever more barbaric
Love in times of cholera blossoms anew in Haiti in 2010
Babies’ heads are cut off in Iraq
The terrible enemies terrorize each other all around the military globe
Who is leading whom by the noose or is it by the nose?
Who pays the piper, who pickles the media, who pollutes the minds?
Who runs the show which makes the most money?
Why are we paying the price in dollars when we count in Chinese?
I watch the world go by, faster and faster, like a race
I read the on-line bulletins by the minute, I check the latest Wikileaks
Everyone is passing me by, even old Chomsky
Should I laugh, should I cry?
Life goes on personally, privately, homely, mostly sunny in outlook
The crazy neighbour wants our cat to wear a bell
The local, apocalyptic supermarket changed its name to Countdown
I’ll bet you again, tomorrow will be the same but not like this
