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Sep 2020
Tonight, I rally around my teary tribe as they near the closest ledge.
I pause to dream and remember all the right and good which was done.

I seize my own tears as I buckle and try to convince myself and all who will listen this moment in history will be our final tipping point of revelation.
Of action.

We will remember the sacrifice and the light.
We will fight for what is fair and just.
We will smile and know she has done us well.
And we will make her proud.

O yea! the conviction and the diligence!
The paths of principled virtue, honor, and justness!

The sky is most definitely falling and the court shall soon be stacked.
Alas! Shout no dismay!

Her Crown will glimmer with the tears of a nation.
We will lay you down in the highest honor of our hearts and the strongest ambitions in our actions.

Sleep your deepest rest
O last Queen of Democracy.
You did us well.
We will hold your torch.
And dim deeper no more.

September 18, 2020
R.I.P. RBG
Written by
Keith Frantz
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