Dictators Are Not Forever

PharohNo, it’s not the title of the next James Bond movie. But if it were, the movie might lead with a musical rendition of the Percy Shelley poem,
Ozymandias.

   ~Dust,
       …Trail   Dust

Ozymandias

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

  I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
  Stand in the desart. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
  And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
  Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:

  And on the pedestal these words appear:

"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
  Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"

   Nothing beside remains. 

Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, 
  boundless and bare
    The lone and level sands 
      stretch far away.
OZYMANDIAS by Percy Bysshe Shelley

OZYMANDIAS by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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