The speaker speaks
Rainy
Union league Philadelphia
Mayor
The image of him above his head
A portrait without eye contact
Almost ashamed of his place in history
Sheepish at his foresight
A man, frail, raw, sincere
Who unleashed the talent and production
Of millions of lost voices
Of dilapidated ambitions and desires
Making us a better nation
Making us a better people
Showing the path
To fulfill our promise.
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