Thanks konane

Ozymandias
BY PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY
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.”
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In the end Only the wind & desert can win and endless tyrants :-(
It was @ Der Zor, where the path of terror & tears that 1,500, 000 innocent defenseless men, women & children Christian Armenians were driven, by, from their homeland, by barbaric Muslim Turks to die in a barren desert where their bones were scattered to the four winds :-(

Thanks Eddessa. It will be a relief to me for us to be completely out.