Amidst the crowd of men
Struggling for power and fame,
There stood a lofty monument
Proclaiming its majestic name.
Its prowess sends a fuss
Over countries far and wide.
Its power, its fame has
Unleashed the sword of pride.
From valleys, hills and plains,
To cities, countries and oceans,
Its majestic name is pronounced
With so much adoration.
But alas! The monument still
Is not rest assured.
Oh Heavens! Unpredictable is destiny
For fame can soon be a distant memory.
-Katherine Lopez, 2004
(I wrote this poem when I was a high school junior. The poem was published in our school paper.)