the creme de la creme. they are both brilliant individuals. they will do a co-written peace -- piece, so i'm going to hand it to them. thank you. [applause] >> is this working? ok. we are students at the university of california berkeley, and we would like to share some poetry with you guys. [speaking foreign language] we circled the dark path was slow, deliberate steps eyes fixed in pain, confusion, and grief we are the ambling madmen we are grievants an insanity we are fragments of broken people >> this is a funeral hymn we sing about our mothers history is lost the struggles of our fathers >> i can sit in the aromas of my past four days in the morning coffee stains my consciousness coffee was once the morning silence, a moment of lists' whose light shine in don it is but a memory for forgetfulness the sense of coffee circles the room -- the scents of coffee circles the room my grandmother's perfume was of another era the memory of a memory when perfume smells of hope and shakes the room to tears the perfume circles encircles the room i can