In corridors where echoes fade,He walks with dreams that never tire,Guiding a nation through storm and shade,His heart a flame, a steady fire.With words that weave a tapestry,He speaks of hope, of futures bright,Building bridges of unity,A beacon in the darkest night.Beneath the weight of history’s gaze,He stands unwavering, calm and true,In his resolve, the people find peace,A guardian of the red, white, and blue.And as the world spins wild and vast,His vision charts the course of time,A president, a leader steadfast,A symbol of courage, strength sublime.