In the halls of power, where shadows loom,
A figure stands, dispelling gloom.
With steady gaze and heart so bright,
He guides the nation through its plight.

His words are seeds, in fertile ground,
Each one a promise, profound.
Through trials and tribulations, fierce,
His resolve refuses to pierce.

The weight of worlds upon his brow,
Yet he proceeds, through every vow.
With wisdom born of countless ages,
He writes our future on history’s pages.

Though storms may rage and darkness fall,
The President stands, a beacon to all.
In unity and hope, we find our way,
Guided by his light, day by day.