Ozymandias

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 it’s sculptor well its 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

Was a Mandy us

I met a traveller from an antique land
Crusade to fast and true class leaders have stolen
Stand in the desert. Neil them, on the sound,
Half sunk, the shattered of disaster lies, whose foreign,
And a wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that it sculptor well as passions raid
Which you survive, stamped on these lifeless the bids,
The hand that marks them and the heart that for it;
And on a pedestal these words appear:
"my name is or semantics, King of teens:
No to my works, and the mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
But that colossal wreck, boundless and bed
The loan and level sound structure far away.

Percy By Success Shelley