THE POLITICS OF DESPAIR

The great gates hang

on broken hinges,

the temples blaze,

the walls are breached;

the palaces have all been looted

the end of a dynasty has been reached.

Those still living

have all been taken,

women and children have been sold;

the last king hangs

from the palace lintel,

the images burn to give up their gold.

Think,

when you dream of country houses,

of shattered rafters and sudden fear;

and, as you climb the social ladder,

remember the last king

hanging here.

                                           Blondin


Look on my works, ye Mighty, and Despair (Ozymandias)

NEW PROJECT: NO HOPE; NO DESPAIR