Ozymandias With a Red Tie

BY PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY (AND MICK)
 

I met a traveller from an American land,
Who said—“Two golden, legless sneakers of stone
Stand on the East coast. . . . 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 tie of Red;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Donald Trump, bigly Dictator;
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.”