RMC: “Global gangster economics. We cannot fight it, but we should at least have a piece of the pie, and be allowed to become good earners for the house masters.”
To that I present the famous poem Ozymandias by Percy Shelley
“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.”
Behemoths of one era bestride the land and the furry rodents scurry away, avoiding their crushing steps. However, in later era, the bones of those fearful monsters stand silent in the museum’s of the descendants of those tiny mammals as lessons of the passage of time.
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