A giant with the weight of a million dreams
on the most deserving of shoulders.
We call our kings from amongst ourselves,
You have the power to speak
to inspire decades after you leave us.
We held you in the arms of our hope
and maybe we held too tight
But because you fought
fight we did.
Teaching the world yes was no obligation
if you are not party to any contractual obligations.
We cannot be both the lovers
and the fighters.
You fought so that you could love
and taught the dignity of saying no
with a free voice
rather than living bowed and bound.
Because of that I will be courteous beyond measure
but someone will see the cemetary before I am cowed.
I wonder if they know in their attempt to silence you
That you live more virily in your death
That your life is carried through the whispers
that link history,
place and time.
To teach is the greatest gift to yourself,
It gives you immortality.
You will never die
as long as there is resistance,
As long as closed fists pound glass ceilings
and booted feet kick towards freedom.
Thank you brother El-Hajj Malik El-Shabazz.