I am tomorrow

I am tomorrow.

Who am I to judge today?

I am the innocent, breathing in the toxic fumes of yesterday.

Wiping the blood from the torn and broken who cry over the forgotten faces of the children who run the streets at night when Mommy's at work and Daddy's away.

I am the tears that stain the cheeks of the little girls whose innocence were torn from them by the bastards who grew up without a father figure.

I am the eyes of the children who witness the bullet pierce the skin of another - the bullet unaware of color or race.

A target's a target.

I am tomorrow.

Who am I to have a say on the day after?

The future calls us names, yet we do not know what's in store for us.

Another tear, another cry, another prayer?

It all has its path through time and space.

There is no permanent foundation for improvement.

We rely on our technology like an IV in our arms.

Pumping us with the want and need to replace the physical with the technological.

We speak with our hands, thumbs cramped up with the words of a text message that suffocates our lungs to meet face to face with the now stranger on the receiving end of our messages.

Technology has become our heart, our blood flows with the vessels of Myspace and Facebook.

The germs from an open cut festers with friend requests and comments from people who you will never see face to face.

This is the now.

What does tomorrow hold?

What is my job, my place?

If today is bad - will tomorrow be worse?

Am I the cause of a dying generation?

No, I am tomorrow.