I have looked on
the works
that were in
the desert
and which
you were probably
thinking
would still stand
Forgive me
they were trunkless
so vast
and so old
As through winds the trav'ling man he
Spied the face of Ozymandy
Lying, simply lying there
Suddenly there was some writing
Pon the plinth that he was sighting
That the sand and time were blighting
Quoth the statue, "Now despair"
At his works in despair in a daze
If you looked upon them
And were mere mortal men
'Ozymandias mighty', it says
I have looked on
the works
that were in
the desert
and which
you were probably
thinking
would still stand
Forgive me
they were trunkless
so vast
and so old
There are too many genocides from the 20th century. That one killed the greatest number of people, perhaps. That one was conducted by a power that was ultimately defeated, so we have museums to their murdered dead. Rooms filled with hair, with shoes. Pictures of faces.
There are too many genocides from the 20th century. That one killed the greatest number of people, perhaps. That one was conducted by a power that was ultimately defeated, so we have museums to their murdered dead. Rooms filled with hair, with shoes. Pictures of faces.