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A crown of gold, a throne of stone,
Ruling lands he calls his own.
His voice is calm, his gaze is still,
A king of wisdom, a king of will.
He speaks not loud but with great might,
Guiding his realm through day and night.
For power rests not in command,
But in the heart of a leader’s hand.
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Dope poem 🔥🔥🔥
Leadership is rigged
Leadership
👍 good job
Good work. Too bad this cannot define a President.