A revolution is revealed as the power is dismissed,
Undone by too much needless death to outright list.
This edifice shaken, is now crumbling to the ground,
As before my eyes it disappears at the speed of sound.
Weapons of war moving as they were the cycle of fate,
Leaving a background radiation that will soon dissipate.
The lives we meant to save were damned from the start,
Persisting only to finish this destructive work of art.
Our fortunes which are now undone by this future untold,
Cannot be bought though it appears they have been sold.