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.