I am related to monuments, but I am not symbolic. People often feel fear with me.

People hate me, avoid saying my name But the very same people abandon all shame And call for me, for reasons good or bad I've been here for long, i'm not just a fad

I remain when all is lost, I'm what was left in the box. Alongside courage, I form power, but alone, I can't save the hour.

Those that have me despise me, those that want me don’t deserve me, Alone among countless friends, fifteen minutes until it ends, What am I?

You always find me in the past. I am made in the present, but in the future I am nothing. What am I?