For My Husband, the Public Servant
Fifteen years, a steadfast call,
A servant to the public, to science, to all.
Not for wealth, nor fleeting fame,
But for truth, for duty, for honor’s name.
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Fifteen years, a steadfast call,
A servant to the public, to science, to all.
Not for wealth, nor fleeting fame,
But for truth, for duty, for honor’s name.
🧵
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MAGA has no honor
You'll be down the road with all the rest.
His reach extends where great minds have grown.
Respected abroad, his wisdom sought,
Yet here at home, his work is fought.
He does not serve for power or gold,
But for the people, the young and old.
A civil servant, steady, true,
With a mission clear - to help you.
Protecting what we fail to plan.
He studies storms, the shifting tide,
To keep us safe, to be our guide.
His work, like others in his field,
Brings food to tables, strength to yield.
He builds the world on which we rely.
Yet voices jeer, they call him “lazy,”
Their vision warped, their logic hazy.
They strip the halls of those who care,
And leave behind an empty chair.
Future leaders, lost in vain.
Brilliant minds, dismissed, betrayed,
By hands that twisted truth and played.
The trust is shattered, the wound runs deep,
Who will return? Who dares to leap?
Who will stand where honor died?
Still, he remains, though hearts may ache,
Not for applause, nor what he’d take.
But for the work, for what is right,
For science, for justice, for truth in the light.