Look at all the people rise in joy, love, and resistance.

Comrades who dug the trenches, hear this ode at my insistence.

You bought the posterboards.

You wrote the poems.

You made sure to tell the group that Loctite eats foam.

In our revolution, I raise a toast to recognize

The ten hours of labor for every minute televised.

You stocked the snack table.

You brought the banners.

You made sure that everyone left knowing that they mattered.

By Google Form or Signal chat, by Switchboard, VAN, or Spoke,

Through one-on-ones and follow-ups, you galvanize our folk.

Now goodnight, my comrade.

Take rest, care, and good health.

The world is for the people, friend, and that world includes yourself.