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In the chamber’s hush, under the Capitol’s dome, Biden stood, addressing the nation’s home. Words were spoken with hopeful intent, Yet beneath the surface, critiques were ferment. “Unity and progress,” he claimed with a voice so bold, But skeptics found the message somewhat cold. For in the spaces between the lines read, Lay unaddressed issues, silently spread. Healthcare, climate, justice, and strife, Parts of the fabric of the American life. Yet in his speech, some found lack, A roadmap clear, the vision slack. Promises like stars in the night sky, bright, But without action, they fade from sight. Inequality’s shadow still looms large, Unspoken, it charged a silent charge. The union’s state, a complex weave, Not just what one man can conceive. Critique not of person, but of power’s role, In shaping a future that’s whole. So let this poem, in verse and rhyme, Reflect the complexity of our time. For in democracy, critique must have a part, In the ever-evolving American heart.

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