Joe Biden, The Great President Of America Poem by Natasa To

In the hush of a divided dawn,

When tempests lingered, hope seemed drawn,

A steady voice rose through the night—

Not loud with thunder, but firm with light.



He walked where history's shadows lay,

Through fractured trust and disarray,

With weathered hands and seasoned sight,

He chose the long road toward the right.



Not forged in fury, flame, or show,

But tempered where compassion grows—

In whispered grief, in working steel,

In wounds a nation had to heal.



He spoke of bridges, not of walls,

Of answering democracy's calls;

Of dignity for every name,

Of justice more than just a claim.



Through trials stern and trials unseen,

Through moments stark and in-between,

He held the promise, old yet new:

That "We the People" must ring true.



The Oval Office, solemn space,

Reflected lines upon his face—

Each mark a testament of years

Of public service, hopes, and tears.



And though the storms may rise again,

And critics sharpen word and pen,

He stands with faith that still endures—

A union striving to be sure.



So let the record one day say,

When scholars sift this era's clay:

He chose the steady, patient art

Of mending one American heart.