Kids Who Die

By Langston Hughes

This is for the kids who die,
Black and white,
For kids will die certainly.
The old and rich will live on awhile,
As always,
Eating blood and gold,
Letting kids die.

Kids will die in the swamps of Mississippi
Organizing sharecroppers
Kids will die in the streets of Chicago
Organizing workers
Kids will die in the orange groves of California
Telling others to get together
Whites and Filipinos,
Negroes and Mexicans,
All kinds of kids will die
Who don’t believe in lies, and bribes, and contentment
And a lousy peace.

Of course, the wise and the learned
Who pen editorials in the papers,
And the gentlemen with Dr. in front of their names
White and black,
Who make surveys and write books
Will live on weaving words to smother the kids who die,
And the sleazy courts,
And the bribe-reaching police,
And the blood-loving generals,
And the money-loving preachers
Will all raise their hands against the kids who die,
Beating them with laws and clubs and bayonets and bullets
To frighten the people—
For the kids who die are like iron in the blood of the people—
And the old and rich don’t want the people
To taste the iron of the kids who die,
Don’t want the people to get wise to their own power,
To believe an Angelo Herndon, or even get together

Listen, kids who die—
Maybe, now, there will be no monument for you
Except in our hearts
Maybe your bodies’ll be lost in a swamp
Or a prison grave, or the potter’s field,
Or the rivers where you’re drowned like Leibknecht
But the day will come—
Your are sure yourselves that it is coming—
When the marching feet of the masses
Will raise for you a living monument of love,
And joy, and laughter,
And black hands and white hands clasped as one,
And a song that reaches the sky—
The song of the life triumphant
Through the kids who die.

You are oh so loved

You are oh so loved,
By those who are no longer
With us, not passed/gone but
Freed, not here but close
The memory of a girl with
A beautiful soul, extraordinary soul-
Live forever in a special place
And those that still remain
The privilege of
Watching
The girl
Blossom
Into a
Woman-
Soul still
Intact unblemished or unhardened
Hope, reminded
That the miles
-or dimensions of life
and death
do not
mean we do not dwell on
you

with lots of love,
Semiha the author and Siham the “supporter” of the artistic vision
July 31, 2003

Excerpts of the Fifth Mountain


By Paulo Coelho

P15
But most of the prophets, who roamed the streets flagellating themselves and preaching the end of the world for its corruption and lack of faith, had accepted conversion to the new religion.

P19
Criminals, prisoners of war, fugitives were usually accepted as mariners because it was a profession more dangerous than the army. In war, a soldier always had a chance to escape with his life; but the seas were unknown, populated by monsters, and when a tragedy occurred, none were left to tell the story.

Pg 21
Souls too, like rivulets and plants, needed a different kind of rain: hope, faith, a reason to live. When this did not come to pass, everything in that soul died, even if the body went on living; and the people could say: “Here in this body there was once a man.”

Pg 28
“It was part of your apprenticeship. When a man journeys toward his destiny, often he is obliged to change paths. At other times, the forces around him are too powerful and he is compelled to lay aside his courage and yield. All this is part of the apprenticeship.”

“But no-one can lose sight of what they desire. Even if there are moments when he believes the world and others are stronger. The secret is this: do not surrender.”

Pg 33
“..I have never seen the ocean but I know it is like the desert: it slays those who challenge it….”

Pg 53
“Every man hath the right to doubt his task, and to forsake it from time to time but what he must not do is forget it.  Whoever doubteth not himself is unworthy—for in his unquestioning belief in his ability, he commitheth the sin of pride. Blessed are they who go through moments of indecision.”

Pg 75
“The best warrior is one who succeeds in transforming an enemy into a friend.”

Pg 121
“I shall not live a second longer than the Lord desires…It is He who decides, not you.”

Pg 127
“The best [at using a sword] is the one who’s most like a rock…without drawing its blade, it proves that no one can defeat it.”

Pg 128
“All life’s battles teach us something, even those we lose.”

Pg 135
“…the Lord demandeth of people only that which is within the possibilities of each of them.”

Pg 137
“no one dieth. The arms of eternity open for every soul, and each one will carry on his task.

There is a reason for everything under the sun.

“There is no tragedy, only the unavoidable. Everything hath its reason for being: thou needest only distinguish what is temporary from what is lasting.”
“What is temporary?”
“The unavoidable.”
“And what is lasting?”
“The lessons of the unavoidable.”

Pg 149
Courage is fear that preys.

Pg 180
“…they had not found what they were seeking, for they carried with them, along with their bags, the weight of their earlier failure.”

“If you have a past that dissatisfies you, forget it now…imagine a new story of your life, and believe in it, Concentrate only on those moments in which you achieved what you desired, and this strength will help you accomplish what you want.”

Pg 183
“Everything that could have happened but did not is carried away with the wind and leaves no trace…

Life is made of our attitudes. And there are certain things that the gods oblige us to live through. Their reason for this does not matter, and there is no action we can take to make them pass us by.”

Pg 204
From heaven, God smiles contentedly, for it was this that He desired, that each person take into his hands the responsibility for his own life. For in the final analysis, He had given His children the greatest of all gifts: the capacity to choose and determine their acts.

Pg 206
God was infinite in His mercy, and implacable in His severity with those who lacked the courage to dare.

Pg 212
“…a warrior is always aware of what is worth fighting for. He does not go into combat over things that do not concern him, and he never wastes his time over provocations. A warrior accepts defeat…after all this has passed, he licks his wounds and begins everything anew.  A warrior knows that war is made of many battles; he goes on.”

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