I met a traveller from a southern land
Who said: "I came here to here a man drone
They built a stupid sculpture from some sand,
Half sunk, after thunderstorms broke it down
His wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, welfare he still demands,
While the hands that work are the ones that fed.
And on his pedestal these words appear:
`My name, Obama, of the Man's Country:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the display
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The Myrtle Beach sand was stretched far away".
Apologies to Shelley.