There is history told by the seas and ground,

in every corner of this earth around.

There is history to be told bathed in the light of truth,

others in the dark.

History in the youth,

but more in the elderly

who remember when the statues where put up

then later pulled down.

But in the long stretches of the garbage dump

where the young run among all of the rump

some statues lay covered by mountains of trash.

Their arms and legs gone.

A decapitated statue peers from its eternal hiding place

with his eyes open.