Betwixt fortune and dilemma 

    myriads of us stood aspiring

      with tens in control, stalwart in winter and summer

         and us decrepit, frail yet hoping

           for a better Ozymandias

We screamed, yet our uttering' unheard

     invoking our pleas to audiences and providence 

       With many weaken and scared

           to vote for a better Ozymandias

Naked ordeals bestow the sky in acrimony

      strong men now rendered vulnerable 

        to serve a mortal deity 

           called Ozymandias 

Our country is a cemetery 

     of lifeless hope and mystery