A poor man works all night and day

And notices he’s not getting equal pay

“We’ll pay you tomorrow,” the people then say

A hungry man searches for scraps in the street

And when he tells people he’s feeling weak

It’s “tomorrow we’ll get you something to eat.”

A man who “fit the description”, they claim

Asks the people when he can clear his name

“Tomorrow you’ll have a chance to explain.”

A man whose teenage brother was lost

At the hands of someone they were told they should trust

Is told “Tomorrow the system will be just”

These men go to bed at the end of the day

And dream of a tomorrow one tomorrow away

And wake up

And find

It’s still today