How I wish t’were not the truth
That we must bid farewell to Ruth.
Her feisty manner, top-notch brain
Will always in our thoughts remain.
Without her, we should fear the Court,
On women’s rights, will come up short
And Mitch, the lowest hypocrite,
Will labor to make sure of it.
Oh, RBG, I know you tried
To cling to life and thus provide
A chance for a new president
To honor what you represent.
Alas, in life, we can’t predict
When things will end or who’ll get picked
But Justice Ginsburg, you have graced
Our lives and cannot be replaced.
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