A Poem About Heather Cox Richardson

"Letters from a Democracy Defender" pays tribute to our greatest historian with rhymes.

My Fellow Democracy Defenders,

Today, I’d like to share a poem about my favorite Substack writer

Heather Cox Richardson

. She inspired me to start writing here. It is only fitting that I pay homage do her daily wisdom, hard work, and bravery in the face of fascism.

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Letters from a Democracy Defender

In the halls of history where echoes tell our truth,
There stands a scholar with a fervor for our youth,
Heather Cox Richardson, a beacon in the night,
A historian whose words forge the path for right.

She walks beside the troubled roads of time,
Unraveling the tapestry of power and crime,
Yet in her narrative of us, bold and free,
Lies the steadfast pulse of our democracy.

Her pen—a sword that defends what's just,
Challenging the giants of greed and lust,
With every page turned, every lesson learned,
A torch is passed, our future earned.

Across the pages of the past's deep lore,
She guides us to understand what we fight for,
Not just in facts, but in hope and belief,
Lies the rhythm of freedom, beyond doubt or grief.

In debates and discourse where the stakes are high,
Her scholarship lifts our weary eye,
To see democracy not as a relic of old,
But a living promise, burning bright and bold.

Oaring through eras of conflict and strife,
Heather writes of balance in the ledger of life,
A historian, a guardian with piercing sight,
Who defends democracy—our collective birthright.

So let her words resound like a clarion call,
Echoing softly in every heart, big or small,
For in her voice is the strength to stand,
And the dream of freedom in a just, united land.

War is NOT peace!
Freedom is NOT slavery!
Ignorance is NOT strength!
Diversity is our greatest strength!