Ozymandias Ii

A modern herald in an ancient land Announced to whole world this: "A massive bronze Hand lies beneath some lofty columns grand; Nearby, a cracked and spit-drenched head, so huge, The mustached lips yet primed for stern command, Cold eyes that espied what passions were unleashed From now freed hearts years-cooped in vise-like grip Of this same hand but just a while past raised, Atop a marble pedestal stripped bare Of titles. Once his very name, but heard Made subjects cower, freeze, in utter fear! Soon will this hollow head be wracked by rust, So, too, this hand that ruled twin rivers lair, While toppling slowly hailed the waiting dust."