(Apologies to Percy Bysshe Shelley)
Republikanis
I met an exile from a barren land
Who said: Two bare, once great pillars of ice
Melt in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose brow
And bearded jaw, and gape of grief unplanned
Tell that its likeness well those virtues pled
Which none survive, honor and justice unbowed,
The mind that shaped them and the heart that fed.
And on the wind this sorrowed whisper sounds:
"My name is Republikanis, once proud:
Look on my issue, Mankind, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Extra mojo and kudos to anyone who figures out what this one is about.