A reminder that human power, wealth and ambition is finite. We kill each other in wars, fight over wealth, bicker over power and cruelly exploit each other.

All for nothing.

Of the ancient empire of Ozymandias, nothing but dust and a broken statue remains.

If we are to live here, we should live here with love for each other.

At least then, we could call it beautiful.

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.

- Percy Shelley