Shelley’s classic sonnet first spoke to me in grade 12/1967; I imagined that our school would be gone one day (And this, ironically, happened for real 5 decades later when it was closed/abandoned, and then burned to the ground by vandals.). It just seemed like the perfect poem about the folly of egotism and political corruption.
A year or so ago, it seemed like it had become more relevant with the defeat of Trump at the polls. Since then, he has been in retreat with many of his businesses failing–as they always have. In the above picture, a sign with ‘Trump’ on it would have about the same effect as Shelley’s poem. No, there eventually won’t be anything left of the global empire Trump foisted on the world while glorifying himself.