civilizations rise and fall
some are big, and some are small
some only serve a happy few
all are old, and all are new
a few will turn the whole word red
with mighty conquerors at their head
they burst the dams and burn the towns
and all before them must bow down
sargon sat upon a throne
and he sat there all alone
he was the mightiest of all
and summoned nations to his hall
princes came from far and wide
queens rushed up to be his bride
they threw their kingdoms at his feet
as he looked down from his golden seat
though modern folks might think it odd
he proclaimed himself a god
but in time his act grew stale
and he did not live to tell his tale
alexander was called the great
but suffered an unhappy fate
from a lamppost he was hung
although he was so very young
genghis khan had but one eye
with which he looked up at the sky
he swept the earth like a kitchen floor
but now, alas, he is no more
napoleon rode a horse of white
and put the kings of earth to flight
he marched through sand and rain and snow
it does not seem so long ago
churchill smoked a big cigar
as he travelled wide and far
the british empire ruled the waves
but in the end could not be saved
marx dreamed in a library dim and cool
to make humanity his tool
and end the story once and all
it turned out it was not his call
rockefeller discovered oil
and slowly put the earth to boil
henry ford invented cars
and dreamed of driving them to mars
heroes break out of the box
and leave their names scratched on the rocks
that crumble in the noonday sun
perhaps the story has just begun
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