in the future

in the future
you hear the man
say
in line, as you
wait for
your ladle
of soup
and crust of
bread,
we won't be
in this situation.
everyman
will be a king,
there will be
a chicken
in every pot.
the sun will
rise and set
equally on all
no matter the color
of their
skin, their
religion
or who their
parents were
or were not.
you'll see, he says,
taking
his tin cup
and holding it
out for coffee.
you'll see.