A colossal sandy bust of Barack Obama started to crumble and wash away ahead of the Democratic Party convention in Charlotte, North Carolina. Torrential rains had broken away parts of the sculpture’s facade and was repaired by scrambling workers.
The ill omen reminds me of the well-known Percy Bysshe Shelley poem “Ozymandias”:
I met a traveler 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.
While the Democrat party faithful will be hand-feeding the anointed Barack Obama the grapes of his own arrogance, busing in thousands to fill up the ironically titled Bank of America Stadium, let the clamoring fainters revel in the pageantry of their pomp and overconfidence. All the grandeur of their empty ideas will soon pass, and their statist dreams of sand will crumble away, like the dissipating monument of Barack Obama or the sneering visage of Ozymandias.
“Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall.” — Proverbs 16:18