“Make it upright!” The king yelled of his statue.
Engraved with arrogance in his eyes
And with the boundaries of his empire etched onto his smirk,
His statue looked upon mortality leeringly.
It glorified him in gold and ivory, standing tall and proud;
And the entire world looked puny
Before the mighty monument.
People looked in awe
At the homage to their king and his empire,
While his rivals stared in muted envy.
It was a symbol of the permanence of his wealth.
“It will last for eons!” The king boasted to his fellow kingmen. “It will last forever!”
I chuckled and told myself, “Wonder how long that will be.”