Friday, February 11, 2011

My name is Mubarak, king of kings, look on my works...

The events in Egypt over the past 19 days reminded me that the world doesn't love anything forever. Time is not an argument. The world will revolve again regardless of the merit of one’s beliefs and way of life. And sometimes revolution works in ways that seem toward the better. I suppose we'll see. As went Ozymandias, Pharoah of the nineteenth dynasty of ancient Egypt, so goes Egypt's modern-day equivalent Hosni Mubarak. Here's Shelley's poem in Mubarak's honor....

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. 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.

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