Amidst the shadows, threats so silently creep
against the patriarch, the lawsuits’ heavy sweep;
conspiracy webs, slyly weaved the lies
to destroy his name, but pretenses shrivel then die;
and assassins’ bullets aimed with cold design
cannot deter him, for America is his shrine.
And there he stands! Still resolute and tall!
America’s Defender – our stalwart, steady wall.
(The Random Poet:11102024
therandompoet.com)
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