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