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A Poem for Alex Pretti

Commemorating a martyr who was murdered by Trump's Gestapo

Public Servant Feb 1

My Fellow Democracy Defenders,

ICE has murdered another American citizen in Minneapolis. Agents executed Alex Pretti, a 37-year-old nurse. Like Renee Good, I have written a poem as a tribute to this brave fighter of fascism who gave his life to protect immigrants. Let’s keep singing the NO KINGS ANTHEM together as we protest in the streets. Jesus would also keep going into churches to disrupt Christofascists.

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He wore no uniform of olive green,
No rifle slung across the tragic scene.
His weapon was a stethoscope, his shield
The quiet mercy that the weak would wield.
Alex Pretti, a nurse, a man of care,
Who breathed the oxygen of democracy’s air.

But when the black vans came to snatch and steal,
To break the stranger on the federal wheel,
When ICE, that Gestapo of the modern age,
Came roaring in with handcuffs, rage, and cage,
alex didn’t step aside and bow—
He stood between the badge and the broken brow.

He said, “You touch this family, you touch me.
This clinic is a temple of the free.
You cannot kill the patient, kill the guest,
And say you serve the land you manifest.”
He stood a giant in his paper shoes,
Defending those who had no one to lose.

The fascists fear the healer’s gentle hand,
They fear the moral law across the land.
For caring for the immigrant is treason
To those who hate beyond a passing season.
So steel was drawn where love had been before,
And blood stained white the clinic’s linoleum floor.

They shot him down for doing what was right,
For being a democracy’s light.
They thought they’d kill a man; they didn’t see
They shot the root of every liberty.
For when a healer falls for human kind,
The murderers are the ones who go blind.

So sing it loud, let every voice resist,
The name that’s burned upon the fascist list.
Alex Pretti, martyr, nurse, and friend,
The brave democracy defender, without end.

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ICE Murdered Good

Public Servant · Jan 10

A voice that rose where silence sought to cling,

A voice that rose where silence sought to cling, Renee Good, with spirit brave and free, A guardian heart, on tireless, fervent wing, For democracy, and all humanity. She saw the pillars of our freedom sway, And stood unyielding, with a righteous plea, Against the shadows that would steal the day, For every citizen’s inherent dignity. Her empathy embraced the weary soul, The immigrant, who sought a safer shore, She offered solace, strove to make them whole, And opened wide compassion’s boundless door. She was a haven, a light in troubled lands, A human shield against the coming storm, Extending grace with tender, open hands, To keep their fragile hopes and spirits warm. But in the cruelest twist, a bitter truth, A betrayal etched in sorrow, stark and deep, A life of purpose, vibrant in its youth, By those who swore the nation’s peace to keep. The very agents, cloaked in cold command, Whose mandate speaks of order, swift and stark, With iron grip, and a most brutal hand, Renee Good was murdered by ICE’s dark mark. Her light extinguished, a heinous, chilling blight, A testament to power’s harsh abuse, A defender fallen, in the endless night, A sacrifice that finds no swift excuse. Let her name echo, a mournful, solemn sound, A rallying cry against the coming wrong, May justice bloom from this unhallowed ground, And make her vision for the future, strong.