I have always admired this verse by Clarence Day:
When eras die, their legacies
Are left to strange police.
Professors in New England guard
The glory that was Greece.
Now that needs updating:
When eras die, their legacies
Are left to strange police.
Greasy-muscled morons flex
The glory that was Greece.
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