The Tide
There it stood in all its glory
Huge and tall and all of that
Fearless, mighty, with a calling
Poised while on a horse he sat
And it did not go unnoticed
He was famous, well revered
Who could know the day was coming
When his stature would be smeared
And it happened, Lord have mercy!
Just like waves come with the tide
Who controls when they come rolling?
Or even when they will subside?
So down it came, and it was sudden
All in pieces, big and small
Now much hated and detested
Well, the irony of it all.
Wendy Nipas
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