• A painting on a wall sparks a bit of animosity when area residents realize it is done in Arabic. But later a lively conversation about change ensues.

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  • What do you do with numbers so big that
    They stop being people
    And start being data
    And you put them on paper
    And make life or death
    With tired calculators
    What do you do with your heart so big
    Do you put it on freeze
    Shun the bleeding disease
    Do you take it in stride
    Would you still feel alive
    Do you sustain
    A million little bolts of pain
    Or deny that bitter refrain
    and Stay Calm?

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  • My mother said they found oil
    Somewhere in western Uganda.
    I am not excited, she said.
    She sounded pained, but resigned.
    Stoic, perhaps.
    She has seen a lot, my mother.
    ‘Me, I’m not excited,’ she said,
    And shook her head slowly.
    ‘Oil is trouble.’
    She looked at me.
    I looked at her.
    We said nothing.
    She shrugged and turned back to the counter.

    You see,

    Money’s mad temptations tug.
    History’s heavy shoulders shrug.
    Rewind, Repeat. Rewind, Repeat.
    Rewind, Repeat. Rewind, Repeat.

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  • There shall be no change
    In these lines,
    In open mic rhymes,
    In comfort that hides,
    In freedom that lies,
    In cool compromise.

    There shall be no change.
    It shall be no surprise.

    A cynical age
    A critical stage
    A lost generation
    A meaningless rage

    There shall be no change
    In this passionate page.
    All the world’s not a stage.
    All the world’s not a stage.

    No.

    It is passion, but pain;
    It is often mundane;
    It is struggle for gain;
    It is trying in vain,
    Then trying
    And trying
    And trying again.

    It’s the youth on the street in ’76.
    It’s the how why and when –
    The questions that kick
    For equality, freedom –
    The answers that stick.

    So today is the future of our history,
    And what shall we say? Where,
    Where were we?

    Were we sleeping,
    Or dancing,
    Or watching TV?
    While we wore noble wristbands,
    With self-absorbed glee?

    There shall be no change
    In this passionate page.
    All the world’s not a stage.
    All the world’s not a stage.

    There shall be no change
    For this age
    At this stage,
    Unless there is change
    Unless
    There is change
    In you and me.

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