Roderick Wilkes

(Milledgeville, Georgia)

Mr. President

You dwell in the shadows of great men.
hear their battle cries, my friend
coming from the splendid past
and, to your honor, you hold fast.

While at the nation's helm
be wary of doves and hawks in this stately realm.
they are apt to give you the lie.
Their wings may be cropped, they cannot fly.

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