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The Murder of Young Poets

      It is an old story.They came plundering silver and gold.They came to grab the land.White supremacy came to America.Indigenous people, men, women and childrendestroyed.Among them, humiliated and betrayedtheir greatest poetmarching through the exile of his tears,a young poetmurderednever lived to sing his song.Dead before his words could become ours.It is an old story.They came in big ships.They came for diamondsand for slaves.White supremacy came to Africa.African people, men, women and childrenwere captured, humiliated, sold,brutalized, lynched,destroyed.Among them their greatest poeta daughter of the middle passage.A young poet,murdered,never lived to sing her song.Dead before her words could become ours.It is an old story.Generations of Jews in Europe,persecuted and killedin cruel Pogroms.And then came Auschwitz.Aryan white supremacy’s “final solution”.Jewish men, women and childrendestroyed.Digging their own gravesbefore being shot.Praying unanswered prayerson their way to the “showers”.Among them their greatest poeta fiddler on a burning roof.A young poet,murdered,never lived to sing his song.Dead before his words could become ours.Now is the timeto begin a new story.One in which white supremacy crumbles,humiliations, brutality and killings end.A new story in which Black Lives Matterand flourish.A new story where confederate flags and swastikasare banished.A new story where exuberant multiracial solidarity,born everywhere, becomes unstoppable.A new story whereour great young poetswill live to sing their songs.And their words will become ours.