The Un
The U.N. Building used to be
A place that kids would visit.
Its soaring presence, lined with flags
Seemed awesome and exquisite.
We learned so many facts and of
Its leader, called U Thant.
If kids today are asked to name
His counterpart, they can’t.
The U.N. once seemed powerful
And countries, when invited
To join its ranks were proud to be
A part of those “united.”
But time and circumstance have caused
That unity to ebb,
Its power sapped and trampled
By the so-called “world wide web.”
The tower still remains, a modern
Ozymandias,
A symbol left for history
And students to discuss.
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