Ozymandias

Be'twixt fortune and dilemma
myriads of us stood aspiring
with tens in control, stalwart in winter and summer
and us decrepit, frail yet hoping
for a better Ozymandias

We screamed, yet our uttering' unheard
invoking our pleas to audiences and providence
With many weaken and scared
to vote for a better Ozymandias

Naked ordeals bestow the sky in acrimony
strong men now rendered vulnerable
to serve a mortal deity
called Ozymandias

Our country is a cemetery
of lifeless hope and mystery