White House
Built by the tired hands
Many from far off lands
Taken away from farm and spouse
Yet they built the sacred House
A house leased for 4-year terms
Unique privilege to be confirmed
To an American deemed fit
Compassionate, patriot and have wit
Tradition is the code here
Simple decent and austere
Wisdom learnt from many battles
And a constitution sound and moral
Enshrined we were born free
It was the heartbeat of democracy
There were periods of stress
Staunchly addressed by the noblesse
Fiercely defended by the have-nots
I implore everyone to see the plots
In a national cemetery
And behold what it means to be free
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