In the great Neil Young anthem "Keep on Rockin' in the Free World," I would somehow present this poem. That Malala will never "grow up to be cool" because of a bunch of fundamentalist thugs.

FOR MALALA

Like many others, I weep for you
My young friend
You stood for nothing but
Was reasonable and just
So I send you
A thousand prayer candles
That are lit
With pure intelligence and warmth
In the spirit of your soul
That has so moved the world
In your reflection


You will not find me on CNN
You will not find me on the headlines
Like I say
I am a friend from afar
Praying for your recovery
Let the children lay down
Let the children take over
Let your sacrifice be not in vein
Like mine.


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