Our ancestors saw peers wiped out
not knowing why or how
as plagues and pestilences
cut populations at will
but we know our diseases
by name and by temperament
we have even zoomed in
to say hello to them
This will be a struggle
It will not be our end.
POEM: Copyright © Iz Mazano
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I am writing 30 Poems in November to support the Center for New Americans which provides English language classes, education support and legal services assistance for immigrants in Western Massachusetts. Please see my campaign page to support this cause. Thank you, Iz.