Ego

 

If I could end all the world's pain,

And insure that war would never again

Raise its fearsome sword on earth ...

 

If I could mandate that every birth

Would fill the world with joy and love,

And everyone worked hand in glove...

 

If I knew, from Winter through Fall,

My wisdom was superior to all

Then I would own this spinning sod...

 

And there would be no need for a God.

 

ãThurman P. Woodfork 6 August 2002

 

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Ozymandias of Egypt

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 shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd 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
---Percy Bysshe Shelley

 

 

 

 

 

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