I didn’t weigh in on my feelings of Ruth Bader Ginsberg.

So let me eulogize, and let these words be heard.
A little piece of democracy died when you left.
A big piece to be honest. Got to give you that respect
’cause you fought for us, justice, believed in the people,
And in the midst of evil, tried to treat the people equal.

So what’s next, the left, the right, the backwards right?
They are fighting for your seat, before you’re six feet deep,
And that’s not right.

What’s it like to be the nation’s guiding light?
to rage, rage and fight, for Woman’s rights,
to rage, rage, and rage against tyranny.
to fight for something in a land of hypocrisy?

The world is a dumpster fire. Not even, it can’t be contained.
The things going on right now can’t be tamed, or properly explained.
But pain is real. I see it in Lady Liberty’s eyes,
She is crying out, this nations woe, but together we’ve got to fight.

So this might not be the best eulogized moment, and might be a quick one off,
a caffeinated rise in a world about to go off, as the flags were lowered,
just as soon were they raised.

A sad display on a nation’s weathered face, what’s left in this
three act play?
The tragedy, is it a comedy?
When will we wake?

All that’s left in the wake is for us to mourn the loss,
And for the people to fight at all cost, against Big Boss.

I would like to say we got this, ’cause if we didn’t, good riddance.
Another shotgun blast in the land of the free and the home of the brave.

Tuning in quietly, to mourn at the wake.


Jason Wright is the editor and founder of Oddball Magazine. His column appears weekly. His latest book is Train of Thought.