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Cut the power to the ICE-holes sleeping quarters, when they come out of the building soak them with fire hoses and strip them of their masks and guns, then put them all on school busses and drop them off at the airport so they can get the FUCK out of town!
Subscribe for Free Democracy Lantern PSAs—right at grandparents’ fingertips! 🧓📲🕯️ We boost indie media + pro-democracy candidate posts by replying with truth-tuned poems. Boosting our comments so TRUTH can grow! 🌱
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thank you so much for writing this. thank you thank you
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🕯️🇺🇸🫱🏼🫲🏾🙏🏼 We Keep the Light On
When morning comes with frosty hues,
We tell the tale that someone knew.
A nurse who healed, a friend who cared,
In darkest hour, he simply was there.
No anthem bold, no shouting cheer—
Just calm resolve to stand right here.
He reached to help, to raise a hand;
That’s love, not fear, that shapes this land.
Some say “He threatened”—so they claim,
But eyewitness and video frame
Show only truth in moments passed,
Not wild tales told to win headlines.
They gather where snow lays deep,
Holding lanterns while others sleep.
They speak his name with reverent breath,
Not letting lies define his death.
“Why must we mourn?” a mother cries—
Because too many truths are disguised.
We keep the light on in memory’s place,
So justice’s flame will not erase.
We march in peace on snowy streets,
Not for vengeance, but what peace meets.
Calls for accountability spread—
For every tear, for every thread.
We tell the world what he truly was,
A healer first, with no applause.
A nurse, a neighbor, a caring soul,
Who stood for others as his goal.
When critics speak with hardened tongue,
We share the truth with every rung.
For history remembers those who stand
With facts and love across this land.
So lanterns glow now every night,
Not just in darkness, but in right.
And every voice that chants his name
Adds fuel to that glowing flame.
Because freedom grows where truth is heard,
Not silenced by a narrative blurred.
And we keep the light on—steady, strong—
To honor what he stood for all along. 🕯️🇺🇸🫱🏼🫲🏾🙏🏼
#ResharingBrigade #GrandparentsForTruth #IndieMedia #ProDemocracy #SupportUkraine #SupportPalestine #SupportAfghanVets #PeoplePoweredPolicies
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Subscribe for Free Democracy Lantern PSAs—right at grandparents’ fingertips! 🧓📲🕯️ We boost indie media + pro-democracy candidate posts by replying with truth-tuned poems. Boosting our comments so TRUTH can grow! 🌱
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We love you, Minnesotans. Stay strong!!! 👊👊👊
AI boycotts!! break the bank that feeds the beastt!
Stay strong and stay peaceful and stay safe. This is OUR country, and we aren't letting them kill us and take it.
Cut the power to the ICE-holes sleeping quarters, when they come out of the building soak them with fire hoses and strip them of their masks and guns, then put them all on school busses and drop them off at the airport so they can get the FUCK out of town!
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🕯️🇺🇸🫱🏼🫲🏾🙏🏼 When Truth Shines Brighter Than Fear
Cold run the winds on Minneapolis streets,
Morning came slow, and questions meet.
They came with badges, guns held tight,
But neighbors stood strong into the night.
They said “He threatened”—and words took flight—
Yet videos told a different sight.
A phone in his hand, no gun in view,
Just a man who stood for what was true.
He cared for vets at the VA hall,
He heard the cry and heeded the call.
Not looking for trouble, not out to attack,
Just trying to see justice stay on track.
They say he approached—but what does that mean?
When video shows a scene serene?
No violent act, no swinging rage—
Only a man on a democratic page.
“Come help,” he seemed to ask,
As agents closed in with task and mask.
Neighbors wept at the shocking turn—
Seeing one so gentle fall and burn.
They held his memory with lanterns bright,
Peaceful, warm against the night.
They cried for truth, they cried for peace,
For federal tactics that must cease.
A chief walked forward with quiet grace,
Saying justice isn’t found in deadly chase.
Protect the people, he made clear,
Not strip rights away with fear.
Some blamed the crowd, some blamed the law—
But every local voice still saw
A human life beneath it all,
A neighbor who would not let fear call.
So candles burn on Nicollet Street,
For every heart that skips a beat.
For Alex, for Renee, for all who cry—
We hold the light up to the sky.
We walk with hope through winter’s test,
We lift the truth above the rest.
For liberty and justice stand,
In every woman, child, and man.
And when they say “Forget his name,”
We keep it burning like a flame.
Not labeled monster by false claim—
But honored as a hero just the same. 🕯️🇺🇸🫱🏼🫲🏾🙏🏼
#ResharingBrigade #GrandparentsForTruth #IndieMedia #ProDemocracy #SupportUkraine #SupportPalestine #SupportAfghanVets #PeoplePoweredPolicies
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Subscribe for Free Democracy Lantern PSAs—right at grandparents’ fingertips! 🧓📲🕯️ We boost indie media + pro-democracy candidate posts by replying with truth-tuned poems. Boosting our comments so TRUTH can grow! 🌱
(Free to share (noncommercial) Optional credit: Clarissa Sr. - substack.com/@clarissasr@473548) 📣🇺🇸🕯️
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🕯️🇺🇸🫱🏼🫲🏾🙏🏼 When Truth Shines Brighter Than Fear
Cold run the winds on Minneapolis streets,
Morning came slow, and questions meet.
They came with badges, guns held tight,
But neighbors stood strong into the night.
They said “He threatened”—and words took flight—
Yet videos told a different sight.
A phone in his hand, no gun in view,
Just a man who stood for what was true.
He cared for vets at the VA hall,
He heard the cry and heeded the call.
Not looking for trouble, not out to attack,
Just trying to see justice stay on track.
They say he approached—but what does that mean?
When video shows a scene serene?
No violent act, no swinging rage—
Only a man on a democratic page.
“Come help,” he seemed to ask,
As agents closed in with task and mask.
Neighbors wept at the shocking turn—
Seeing one so gentle fall and burn.
They held his memory with lanterns bright,
Peaceful, warm against the night.
They cried for truth, they cried for peace,
For federal tactics that must cease.
A chief walked forward with quiet grace,
Saying justice isn’t found in deadly chase.
Protect the people, he made clear,
Not strip rights away with fear.
Some blamed the crowd, some blamed the law—
But every local voice still saw
A human life beneath it all,
A neighbor who would not let fear call.
So candles burn on Nicollet Street,
For every heart that skips a beat.
For Alex, for Renee, for all who cry—
We hold the light up to the sky.
We walk with hope through winter’s test,
We lift the truth above the rest.
For liberty and justice stand,
In every woman, child, and man.
And when they say “Forget his name,”
We keep it burning like a flame.
Not labeled monster by false claim—
But honored as a hero just the same. 🕯️🇺🇸🫱🏼🫲🏾🙏🏼
#ResharingBrigade #GrandparentsForTruth #IndieMedia #ProDemocracy #SupportUkraine #SupportPalestine #SupportAfghanVets #PeoplePoweredPolicies
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Subscribe for Free Democracy Lantern PSAs—right at grandparents’ fingertips! 🧓📲🕯️ We boost indie media + pro-democracy candidate posts by replying with truth-tuned poems. Boosting our comments so TRUTH can grow! 🌱
(Free to share (noncommercial) Optional credit: Clarissa Sr. - substack.com/@clarissasr@473548) 📣🇺🇸🕯️