when their ends get paused
with their merits and flaws
they stand in the midst of the square

cast in solid bronze
way, way after they're gone
I stand, facing their lifeless eyes

all action and belief
frozen in an endless wreath
of statues and statues to come

whether a smirk or a glare
the metal taunts you to dare
to question its standing through time

one as such stood in the past
but in the recent, faced a blast
and is left with nothing but a podium

the time had finally come
for many, the battle's been won
the multitude leaping with pride.